The weekend was spent in a mish-mash of activities…trying like heck to stay ahead of ourselves. On Friday we drove to Oakland to see our backgate neighbor, Ian, compete in a big whoop dee doo gymnastics competition. We’ve known Ian since he was four….and he amazed and astounded us. When he did the rings (his last rotation…and he took first place, by the way), and he executed the Iron Cross, he took my breath away. I tried to take pictures, but really, it was a moment to put down the camera. We were all impressed and inspired.
On Saturday we went to a memorial service. It was outside at the old cemetery and it was a beautiful morning. The hymns were in Chinese, but the grief was understood by all.
On Saturday night we took Alex and Andrea to Tower Cafe in Sacramento and then we went to Second Saturday to wander about the art. We ended, as we usually do with Miss A., in a used book store.
On Sunday we cleaned the house, and the yard. Our dryer isn’t working and we decided to invest in a clothesline rather than a new dryer. I love hanging clothes. Love it. I wonder how long this will last (we went for a year without a dishwasher, though that was only fun for about 3 nights).
And we sat with Toby. Whenever and where ever he wanted.
We’re not caught up. Closer, but not nearly. I guess that’s just how it works. Showing up has it’s own reward.