TWTW - the one with the Memorial Day

Friday By the time Friday rolled around I was worn the fuck out as noted in Friday's post. I hit Dog Beach in the morning, which is the last time we'd see the sun for days, worked, made salmon and salad for dinner, painted my nails, zoned the fuck out and finished a book.

Saturday was like a plunge back into pre-panny life. My brother Sean and Nicole got engaged, and there was a surprise to her gathering after. It was supposed to be outside at Keenan's but were you alive on Saturday? The rain and gale force winds had us inside. I had a grand ol' time behaving like I was in my early 30s. Thanks to Rich for the drinks and ride, to the whole fam for the fun, to Stephen and my Mom for bringing the 80s along, to the universe for no hangover when there surely should have been one, and to science and vaccines for a little taste of what used to be normal years ago and was fun to revisit. I was worried about how I'd be my first time in a close crowd of people I don't know. There were a lot of people, we were close, and I was fine. I think we psych ourselves out for things. I do, anyway. I'm happy because I want to be able to go back to concerts, weddings, large events, and crowded city sidewalks without feeling panicked. Congrats Sean & Nicole! I'm excited for you!  

Sunday was possibly worse feeling weather-wise than Saturday even though there was less rain? It was fucking cold and miserable. Aubrey and Stephen were gone by 9:30. I did literally nothing aside from read, shower, walk dogs, eat salad and hotdogs, and watch the finale of Mare of Easttown. How much do we love this cast? So fucking much.

Monday We finally saw the fucking sun and could step out into the world without freezing (well, end of May freezing). I cleaned the house when weekend renters left which was pretty quick because thankfully they left it in good shape. I read again - three full books this weekend, and the one I finished Friday night - and whiled away hours on the porch. We walked down for the sunset and MFD and the old dogs arrived late late. I always make Memorial Day Monday a pretty quiet day. It seems fitting in reflection of who has died for this country and why, and what we can do as a society to make sure it's less and less and less all the time, both in active duty and also from things like suicide and anything that deteriorates bodies after they come home. 

It was really nice to be out in the world this weekend, and to see people back at parades and with friends and family. It almost makes me cry every time. It's been a hard year for everyone. I hope we approach this summer giving each other grace and space. 

Happy birthday to Kate yesterday and to KVSR today!