Good Weekend...

There is an "excessive heat warning" in effect until tomorrow night.
Guess who won't be mowing tonight!

Last week was a bad week... just when I think I have this grief thing figured out something else pops up. Like Whack-a-Mole.
This weekend was actually pretty good.

Friday:
I took Bean and Lara's older two girls to Watermark for the Breaking Dawn release party. They went as vampires, and thanks to Lara's extensive stage make-up collection looked pretty un-dead! Andie stayed to keep me company and we invited another mom to sit with us while her daughter ran around with my girls. It was great fun.
Then we went to mom's house for a midnight swim. The girls swam anyway, I talked to my brother and his girlfriend for hours... and finally took myself to bed around 4:30.
I wore make-up Friday night - which is very unusual for me - and even though I washed my face before I went to bed I woke up looking like I had been attacked by Amy Winehouse's make-up crew. Not a good look. And since I'd had very little sleep and had been smoking with my brother in the back yard I sort of felt like I had spent the night clubbing.

Saturday:
I had a funeral to go to... my first since Jeff's. It was for the mother of a woman I know from the station... she was 98. I did OK at first, but then they played some Irish music and I cried a lot from then on. Thanks to my pal Xanax I managed not to cry in big, loud sobs - but kept it to quiet but constant tears.
It was embarrassing. I mean, yes, it's a funeral and people cry at funerals, but crying more than the family when you didn't really know the person is sort of like wearing white to a wedding you're crashing.
Then I went to my "happy place." (I love you, Twist!)
My favorite baby-lesbian was there. She's finally realized that she is, in fact, gay. The last time we talked she said she thought she might be, but wasn't sure if she was gay of bi- or what. I told her not to rush into any labels (or relationships). I admire her strength... to make the decision at 16 NOT to hide who she knows she is... Wow. I wish I had some of that strength at 20, let alone at 16. She does not have a girlfriend - and seems perfectly happy to just be who she is without anyone else. I LOVE this kid.

Jess and her mom came in - her mom wanted to learn the 2-at-once socks, so I spent most of the afternoon on that... then Sally showed up in time for movie night (The Full Monty) and we ate movie candy and knitted. It was a very nice afternoon.

On the way home I had one of my sudden panicky fits of crying so Xanax and I took a book to bed and slept and slept and slept. I think that the weight of last week combined with the Irish funeral were just too much for me.

Sunday:
That Bad Bad Man came to cook for (with) me again. And Andie and Sally came over for that. I forget how much I like to cook... especially with someone else around... and his knife skills are very handy. He made honey ginger glazed pork and I made garlic mashed potatoes and apple pie. After dinner he read and we knitted. After Andie and Sally left we sat in the den and both read for awhile. It was such a nice day... the cooking and the conversation and the food and the relaxing.
Sigh.