My Weekend

What a weekend. You all know I’m a home body and don’t mind having a little time to myself. There is no doubt I love my husband dearly, but as we head toward the forty year mark of marriage we can both enjoy a weekend away from one another.

He went golfing and I puttered around the house and wrote to my hearts content. Saturday was rainy and stormy – my favorite writing weather. And Nick was far enough away from it to be able to get in thirty-six holes. And Sunday was just beautiful, a little cooler and so sunny.

I wasn’t totally alone. Three little friends came by to play in the back yard. Here are two of them.

Mollie called Saturday evening. The first thing she said was, “Can I just complain for five minutes, please?”

I’m a good mom so I told her to go for it. Nearly forty-five minutes of not stop fussing ensued. Education in general, teaching on line specifically, risk of catching a deadly disease, not knowing how the different program work, conflicting directives from the top ending with, “I’ll get it all figured out. I’m just frustrated! Thanks Mom, that helped.” 

I don’t think I’d said anything other than, “Oh, my” or “Bless your heart” and I think one “Poor, baby.” But apparently it was enough. I don’t doubt this will happen a lot this year. I guess if she can figure out her part I can hold up the listening end of the deal.