It was a beautiful weekend.
Everything I feared turned to gold. A perfect run, a perfect race.
The shower was so much fun. Seeing Judith and her lovely round belly, I had to hold back happy tears. She's struggled for this day, that's all I'll tell you.
She laughed about how she now feels like a complete mammal (and I added that she hadn't seen anything yet – wait 'til she breastfeeds.)
I stayed for an hour, then left shortly after someone else showed up, managing to keep my back to her, continue with a conversation, take a tour of a newly-renovated suite and hug Judith goodbye in the space of fifteen minutes. Dear Friend walked me to the door. We held hands, kissed cheeks and thanked each other for the lovely time. And it was.
Things got even better that night when I met Cheesy. I suggested we go to a restaurant, but she had a much better plan. Her brother-in-law dropped her off here and I did what Tiggers do best, which was to get her tipsy. After that it was a ginger talkfest for the next four hours. (Not to mention that O was included and he's a much better conversationalist than I am.*). We covered everything – raising twins, watching wildlife (Is there a difference between those activities? Not really.), friends and husbands and lovers, politics, spiders, other Bloggers (yes, you specifically), cooking, eating, property maintenance, gun control laws, geography, birth, death and the great travel opportunities in between.
(Hey Cheese, I think we skipped religion. How the hell did we forget that?)
She took dozens of photos and will be posting some as soon as her vacation ends and she returns to the wilds of Oregon and proper technology. She even let the boyos use her camera, that brave and foolish woman. I miss you already, darlin'. You are beautiful.
Sunday was the boyos big 0-5 party. I was sweating it because I'd spent the week trying to reserve a shelter at a nearby fancy-pants park but was continually thwarted by a burrocrat. I decided just to hold it here, and thought about the thirty bucks I saved as I watched the lightning and rain from the back door. Ha.
The highlight of the party was seeing the three lovely ladies of Southern CO – Lil Hux and the Girlios. Clowncar the newly-minted teacher (he uses Waits songs to teach creative writing – how cool is that?) had to stay behind and grade homework. Eleven kids and nothing broken. A Festivus miracle.
Then the last little bits of stress. Today I made birthday treats for the boyos' kindergarten class. There's one little boy in their class who has severe food allergies. His mom sent a note to all the parents a week ago, asking them if they would please be careful about what snacks they sent along with their kids, and to let her know when there was a birthday so she could prepare a special treat for her son to eat. Then I overheard their teacher telling someone that she had to send the boy out of the room whenever there was a birthday, just in case. That just broke my heart. So I contacted the mom and asked what I could make or buy that he could safely eat. Turns out he can eat 0re0s and a particular brand of frosting. So that's what I did. Then I sat home and sweated the whole time, hoping nothing wold happen. But it was worth it. He was a happy kid today.
But the best, best part was when a completely unprompted couple of boyos thanked me for the best party ever. My eyes might have leaked, I'm not sure.
Now, all I have to worry about is Tuesday night when I get my first Biology test score back. I think I did well. Oh, and the lab write-up. At least I get a second chance if I don't like my first grade. And for me there's only one acceptable grade. Wish me luck.
And wish O luck. I'm passing the stress baton on to him this week. More on that later.
* “Read, 'Bullshit artist,'” O says over my shoulder.
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