the weekend
May 5, 2008 by justmakingitup
This weekend was kind of sucky. It rained, it was cold, I was tired. I don’t know how much of the tired can be blamed on my recent illness or how much of it should be blamed on my not-so-recent illness (ie, the FMS). I think I’ll blame some of the fatigue on the FMS and I’ll blame the fact that my legs got rubbery after walking for 10 minutes on my Big Nap.
Of course, when it comes right down to it, does it really matter which bit of how I felt can be blamed on what? Wait - yes it does. J kept pushing me to go for walks - long walks in the rainy weather - which I resisted, saying I was too tired. I don’t want to push myself too far. That makes sense if the fatigue is coma-related, but not if it is the FMS.
Anyway, I didn’t just sit around in bed all weekend - although that was a big part of my weekend, I admit. I did the birthday party routine. Asher had a party that started at 10 am on Sunday and Boo at 10:30, both at the other end of town (I suppose that is better than one at this end and one at that end). Asher’s ended at 11:30 and Boo’s at 12:30. Given that it takes 20 minutes to get home, there was no point in doing so between the end of one and the end of the other. Or in between, for that matter.
So Maya and I kicked around after dropping Boo off, wandering through an enormous pet store, for example, where I saw the coolest Betta (Siamese Fighting Fish) tank. I surfed around in search of a photo, but couldn’t find one. It was a small square tank that you hang on the wall. It was very elegant and zen-like and I wanted it. I love Bettas, but can’t put them in my fish tank because they get pissed off with the fish currently in residence. I have a tank full of little guppy-type fish called Endlers and their pretty tails get any Betta I’ve tried in the tank all riled up. They look like variations of this:
I coveted for a bit, then pictured in my head how annoyed J would be with both the money spent and another creature requiring care (especially as my current fish tank hasn’t been cleaned in about forever), and moved on.
We then headed back to pick up Asher, only to discover that party was running late. So I stood around and watched boys eat cake. When that was done, we went off to Boo’s party, arriving a bit early, just early enough to stand around and watch girls eat cake.
Just when I thought that party was over and I was free, the party chick handed each kid a bag of tokens and let them loose in a games area to play games for tickets, which can then be exchanged for small, crappy prizes.
The moment Boo was handed her bag, her two older siblings advanced on her and she clutched that bag to her chest in the way only a third child knows how. So I bought tokens for the older two. More standing around. That was my exercise. And it wore me out.
I think I might go clean the fish tank now. I’m inspired.
And now, we end with a cute picture of Maya and Jasper:
Aw, what a sweet photo!
I laughed at your description of Boo clutching that bag to her chest. Gotta be smart when you’re the third child!
Wasn’t a problem in my house- I was bigger than my big sister! Sorry about the sucky weekend - just be glad, though, that you are not writing essays. It isn’t any easier 25-ish years on.
Jasper is just like Babban, our dog now dead a number of years. He walked into our home covered in blood from street dog bites. Was a runaway perhaps from a car that may have stopped at a main junction nearby.
We cared for him and put up posters everywhere asking the owners to contact us. When people saw this most beautiful dog on earth at our place they usually complimented us. However we would say, ‘But he belongs to someone else and they might come anytime to take him..’. But friends finally told us a year had passed and now he was ours, for good or for bad !
And so he stayed for another six years (he may have been 6 or so when he came to us, our Vet said) and stays firmly in our hearts now. We often think of meeting him in the afterlife..