I had an interesting weekend Thirty some years ago I would have called this one of my favorite weekends of the year, but this one was different. Nick headed off for a golf weekend with his friends. As much as I love my husband, I always loved his weekend away. Thirty or more years ago as soon as he picked the weekend I made plans for the kids. I’d quickly farm them out to friends or family so I could have the weekend all to myself. I always loved it.
This was his weekend away. They took off Thursday and got home Sunday afternoon. I was fine, I got a little writing done. But it’s different now. In the old days when I had two kids to look after, when I was responsible for teaching a classroom full of eleven-year-old’s, back when I actually cook dinner every night, and helped look after my parents… well, a weekend alone was wonderful! Now not so much. Now it was just kind of lonely. Not bad, but a little lonely. I was mighty glad to see him Sunday afternoon.
I wondered if Mollie was still seeing ‘that guy.’ Because I knew she didn’t see him Thursday, Friday or Saturday night. But Sunday she texted to tell me she was going hiking. She usually hikes with some girlfriends, but she didn’t mention them. When she called later, I asked if she took the dogs with her and she said yes. Then I asked if she went with the girls or if she went with ‘that guy’ and she answered brightly, “That guy.” I think she’s enjoying tormenting me.
I’m still working on my questions for October.