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This weekend I spent a lovely Saturday by myself, sorting out some of the crap in my life, and on Sunday I went visiting.
Spent some time at the gallery helping my mom and Linda with some display work (mostly handing them stuff, or putting other stuff away, or holding things for them to use). Lunch with my parents was lovely. Then in the late afternoon I went off to have dinner with a very old friend, K, and her family (husband H, and kids: M, J, I, and N). I've known her for *almost* thirty years - we were in elementary school together. She has four children - two and half to sixteen years old.
Her eldest will be getting his learner's permit any day now. Yikes! And all of her kids are incredibly good looking - although the youngest is an adorable copy of her mom - although their coloring is nothing alike, her features are all her mom.
K made turkey burgers with bleu cheese stuffed inside, sweet potato mash (and sauteed sweet potato strips, as the pot wasn't big enough for *all* the sweet potatoes) and a salad. All quite nummy. I entertained and was entertained by her two littlest - both girls. And I learned that the eldest has a girlfriend, and wants tattoos, and is learning German in hopes of going to Germany for a few weeks next year. And he had the rough draft of a research paper due today, and at the time I left them at 10:00pm, he had a thesis statement and questions and about four sentences of the introduction done.
But the paper was only supposed to be about four pages, and it is only a rough draft, so hopefully without all the distraction of having me there gossiping about people we knew (oh, she had five kids by the last reunion, wonder how many more she's had since? Look at the hair we had in the eighties, damn, we were a funny-looking class! I used to think that one was sooo cute, what was I thinking? She had a really difficult pregnancy last year, but she and the baby are doing fine now.) he could pound out a few pages before going to bed.
It is comforting that K hasn't changed. She does anything and everything to make sure her kids are healthy, and get to do things like sports (or ballet - her five-year-old daughter wants to take ballet and K says probably next fall).
So yeah, good times. I hope to see K and H more often, as they only live about half an hour away.
Spent some time at the gallery helping my mom and Linda with some display work (mostly handing them stuff, or putting other stuff away, or holding things for them to use). Lunch with my parents was lovely. Then in the late afternoon I went off to have dinner with a very old friend, K, and her family (husband H, and kids: M, J, I, and N). I've known her for *almost* thirty years - we were in elementary school together. She has four children - two and half to sixteen years old.
Her eldest will be getting his learner's permit any day now. Yikes! And all of her kids are incredibly good looking - although the youngest is an adorable copy of her mom - although their coloring is nothing alike, her features are all her mom.
K made turkey burgers with bleu cheese stuffed inside, sweet potato mash (and sauteed sweet potato strips, as the pot wasn't big enough for *all* the sweet potatoes) and a salad. All quite nummy. I entertained and was entertained by her two littlest - both girls. And I learned that the eldest has a girlfriend, and wants tattoos, and is learning German in hopes of going to Germany for a few weeks next year. And he had the rough draft of a research paper due today, and at the time I left them at 10:00pm, he had a thesis statement and questions and about four sentences of the introduction done.
But the paper was only supposed to be about four pages, and it is only a rough draft, so hopefully without all the distraction of having me there gossiping about people we knew (oh, she had five kids by the last reunion, wonder how many more she's had since? Look at the hair we had in the eighties, damn, we were a funny-looking class! I used to think that one was sooo cute, what was I thinking? She had a really difficult pregnancy last year, but she and the baby are doing fine now.) he could pound out a few pages before going to bed.
It is comforting that K hasn't changed. She does anything and everything to make sure her kids are healthy, and get to do things like sports (or ballet - her five-year-old daughter wants to take ballet and K says probably next fall).
So yeah, good times. I hope to see K and H more often, as they only live about half an hour away.