Back here in Austin, I had a pretty good weekend, myself. On Friday I mostly hung out around the house. I hung out at Mandy's a little bit on Friday night while Cassidy and her dogs played, and then I went home and ate dinner, watched TV, and went to bed (for dinner I had leftovers of this really good Mediterranean shrimp dish that Amy made last week).
|(inadvertantly ended up at the farmer's market at|
Republic Square Park during my bike ride)
When I got home I took Cassidy to the park for a while and did a few chores.
That evening I drove out to see my folks. We went to a local Italian restaurant near their house. We had a nice time having dinner and catching up. We sat outside enjoying some pleasant weather and watching turtles in a pond at the nearby golf course.
On Sunday, Ryan, Jamie, and I celebrated Mother's Day by going to church with Mom and Dad. Afterward we joined Susan, Ciara, and Uncle Donald for lunch at Manuel's, a Mexican restaurant up off Jollyville Road. We had a nice lunch, and it was good to catch up with everyone.
That afternoon I got some exercise and walked Cassidy. Then Mom and Dad came by (they had been down in our part of town picking up a table and chairs from Ryan and Jamie). For some reason we all went to Kohl's together. I got a new wallet and a shirt. We had a good time hanging out.
Then they went home, and I did a little bit of laundry and watched True Detective. It's a good show, but it's very dark. Amy keeps asking me if I'm enjoying it. I definitely appreciate the show (the acting, the plot, the dialogue), but it would be sort of hard to characterize my appreciation as enjoyment. It's kind of like asking someone if they "enjoy" Hamlet or other tragedies. I definitely find True Detective compelling, but it's not exactly fun in a traditional sense. I guess I watch it because the characters are interesting and because I feel like the show maybe has something insightful to say.
I ate a leftover turkey burger for dinner, and picked up Amy around 11:15 at night. I hadn't been sleeping super well while she's been gone. She came down the escalator, I kissed her smiling face, hugged her, drove home, and collapsed into bed, feeling that things were right again in the world.
That was my weekend!
Hope all is well for all of you.