weekend recap
Friday night we met Steve and Shannon at the Brigit Saint Brigit to see Arthur Miller's A View from the Bridge, a pretty intense tragedy involving love, lust, incestuous desire, homosexual accusations and a murder. The guys were rooting for Eddie. Afterwards we popped into España for a sangria or two at the bar where the guys continued to analyze the play to death (pun intended) and Shannon and I shared tapas while catching up. We left shortly after the house music began to play, dubbed by us as "Club Hugo" after a snappily dressed character walked in wearing a black t-shirt with his name spelled out in rhinestones across the chest. Another guy looked like he found the Survivor immunity necklace and decided to wear it ... people watching is fun. There's salsa dancing next door for future reference.
Saturday temperatures were much colder than normal for this time of year making it seem more like the middle of March than the middle of May. Vendors at the Farmer's Market were sporting hats and gloves while taking turns warming up in their vehicles. Good to her word, Wendy the Jam Lady gave me a free jar for bringing her that article. I also helped boost the local economy by buying scarves, earrings, lettuce, tomatos, green onion, asparagus and a gooseberry pie for my grandma who we went to see afterwards. I think she was appreciative of it and the visit plus it was good to see my Uncle Gary, too, who just got back from his yoga session at the Omaha Yoga School. He gave me a brochure and I'm thinking of signing up for another class myself. Gary and my dad are so different, it's hard to believe they're related sometimes. Just the thought of my dad doing yoga (or any form of exercise) is enough to make me laugh audibly.
Fast forward through errands, a trip to the grocery store and the visit to the Oetjens (Elaine never brought up the respite care issue so I didn't either). Lily seems to be doing well though the effects of the steroids and chemo are starting to become noticeable. That night we were invited to Jack and Lori's backyard Mediterranean-themed party in honor of Lori's 45th birthday. The homemade wine and big bonfire lessened the chill as did the exotic selection of food and belly dancing display. Turkish Delight! Interesting people! Great conversation! A guy in a Utilikilt! It's not everyday that we attend a unique party like that - as Heidi stated, "How could life be better."
Sunday morning at the Humane Society I've already covered ... still thinking about Hershey the Elkhound. He looks just like that, too, very Greta-like. The afternoon we all met at Suzanne's house for Mother's Day lunch. Jenni took care of buying sandwich fixings, chips and a banana crème pie that we all chipped in for, which was much better than trying to fight the crowds and being rushed at some lame chain restaurant. There was a line in the Arthur Miller play that really resonated with me and could easily become my personal motto. I wish I could find the exact quote but it was something along the lines that it's easier to recover a million dollars than to take back a word given away. Since my sisters made it apparent that night at the "fun" birthday dinner that they think I have too many friends or that I talk about my friends too much or something, I mentally rehearsed everything before I said it which made for stilted conversation and eliminated over half of anything I had to say. It's kinda sad to be that guarded with family. Still, everyone got along well enough and it was even almost fun when my mom started asking dumb questions about the (urban) legendary albino village in Hummel Park.
Survivor finale that night now freeing up my Thursday nights again. The person I thought most deserving to win didn't per usual while the actual winner reminds me a very little bit of a younger SV with more hair.
I wish May would get back to being the May of memory. I miss the sunshine.
Saturday temperatures were much colder than normal for this time of year making it seem more like the middle of March than the middle of May. Vendors at the Farmer's Market were sporting hats and gloves while taking turns warming up in their vehicles. Good to her word, Wendy the Jam Lady gave me a free jar for bringing her that article. I also helped boost the local economy by buying scarves, earrings, lettuce, tomatos, green onion, asparagus and a gooseberry pie for my grandma who we went to see afterwards. I think she was appreciative of it and the visit plus it was good to see my Uncle Gary, too, who just got back from his yoga session at the Omaha Yoga School. He gave me a brochure and I'm thinking of signing up for another class myself. Gary and my dad are so different, it's hard to believe they're related sometimes. Just the thought of my dad doing yoga (or any form of exercise) is enough to make me laugh audibly.
Fast forward through errands, a trip to the grocery store and the visit to the Oetjens (Elaine never brought up the respite care issue so I didn't either). Lily seems to be doing well though the effects of the steroids and chemo are starting to become noticeable. That night we were invited to Jack and Lori's backyard Mediterranean-themed party in honor of Lori's 45th birthday. The homemade wine and big bonfire lessened the chill as did the exotic selection of food and belly dancing display. Turkish Delight! Interesting people! Great conversation! A guy in a Utilikilt! It's not everyday that we attend a unique party like that - as Heidi stated, "How could life be better."
Sunday morning at the Humane Society I've already covered ... still thinking about Hershey the Elkhound. He looks just like that, too, very Greta-like. The afternoon we all met at Suzanne's house for Mother's Day lunch. Jenni took care of buying sandwich fixings, chips and a banana crème pie that we all chipped in for, which was much better than trying to fight the crowds and being rushed at some lame chain restaurant. There was a line in the Arthur Miller play that really resonated with me and could easily become my personal motto. I wish I could find the exact quote but it was something along the lines that it's easier to recover a million dollars than to take back a word given away. Since my sisters made it apparent that night at the "fun" birthday dinner that they think I have too many friends or that I talk about my friends too much or something, I mentally rehearsed everything before I said it which made for stilted conversation and eliminated over half of anything I had to say. It's kinda sad to be that guarded with family. Still, everyone got along well enough and it was even almost fun when my mom started asking dumb questions about the (urban) legendary albino village in Hummel Park.
Survivor finale that night now freeing up my Thursday nights again. The person I thought most deserving to win didn't per usual while the actual winner reminds me a very little bit of a younger SV with more hair.
I wish May would get back to being the May of memory. I miss the sunshine.