What a Weekend Looks Like These Days
- Drive 250 miles back to the old hometown, hopefully in record time.
- Get there in time for lunch with old friends.
- Spend time at father-in-law’s, take him out to dinner.
- Race to the Egg for a concert.
- Get out too late for ice cream.
- Drive to daughter’s apartment and crash there.
- Get up for the Troy Farmer’s Market.
- Cry because the pasta-maker is out sick this week.
- Run back up to daughter’s, assemble a kayak rack.
- Meet up with mother, take her down to the market and coax her to pick out her own birthday gifts, because I’m classy like that.
- Her Mother’s Day gift was a new wheel for her wheelbarrow.
- Late lunch with mother and daughter.
- Nap of the damned.
- Go to roller derby double-header, strategically parking near the new Ben & Jerry’s location.
- At the bout, daughter informs us they haven’t opened yet, and there will be no ice cream.
- Crash at daughter’s.
- Sunday bagels and not nearly enough coffee at Psychedelicatessen.
- Farewell to daughter, take father-in-law to lunch.
- Drive home in Sunday downstream traffic (not awful, yet), anxious to get home before the ice cream store closes.
- Work for three hours to get ready for the week because I had the audacity to take a weekend “off.”
- But at least there was ice cream. In a waffle cone, which I fully deserved.