Oh, how nice it was to have a three day weekend. And now to only have a four day work week makes it even grander. I was in a quandary as to whether I should have a tremendously productive weekend or a really lazy weekend. I should have made a list of goals to hold myself accountable.
Saturday started out with Dirt Man and I leisurely drinking our French press and messing around on our computers. He decided to perform some needed upkeep on my car. Therefore, I felt I really should be productive as well. So much for staying in my pj’s all day drinking coffee and writing. Anyway, my original intentions were to clean out all of the closets in the house. I had cleaned out all of the kitchen cabinets the weekend prior. The closets just seemed too daunting of a task. Instead, I cleaned out all of the drawers in my bureaus and ended up with two huge garbage bags of clothes to donate. I still didn’t organize the closets. Instead I headed to the kitchen and made two batches of biscotti. And I put a huge dent in a personal project I’ve started, so I guess the day wasn’t really a total loss.
Sunday I went to visit my elderly friend. She needed me to hang some drapes for her. I ran to the grocery store and picked up the items on her list. Afterwards, we had a leisurely visit and talked over tea and biscotti. She really wanted me to have a shot of Amaretto or Anisette with her, but I just didn’t want any. I kind of felt badly about it, and I probably should have taken a shot any way since I could detect her disappointment. I don’t know if I told you before or not that I found out that she is ninety-eight. She doesn’t know that a relative told me her age. She’d be very angry because she insists that she doesn’t want to be treated like an old lady. Anyway, she was in rare form. She told me stories of her life that she’d never before shared. She told me a few things that I’m not sure why she felt inclined to share as she is extremely personal, but she said she was relieved to tell them to me. A funny thing she told me was about how she and her girlfriends would go clubbing or bar hopping (drinking and looking for men) as we used to call it. I’m not sure what they call it these days. In her day they called it “wolfing”. I love that! It is exactly what it was and still is. People of those days, were so nonsensical even when they were committing nonsense! I felt a little guilty when I left because I knew she wanted me to stay, but I had another stop to make to visit some other cherished friends I hadn’t seen in a while. I took her laundry and promised to return the next day.
Big bonus was that when I got home, Oldest Son was cooking dinner. He was making what we call his famous “man burgers”. Seriously, they are so huge you can’t fit them in your mouth if you put them on a bun. He mixes the meat with garlic, chopped red pepper, and spices. The center is filled with a couple of types of cheeses, and he wraps them in bacon. And of course, he grills them. Youngest Son walked in the door from surfing just as they were hitting the table…talk about perfect timing!
Monday, I returned my friend’s laundry to her and stayed for another leisurely visit. We again had tea and biscotti. She continued telling me stories and memories of her life. She told me that she didn’t have one single regret of her life. Wow, now that is the way to live, no regrets. She tells me that she has lived a good full life. She kind of scares me when she talks like this. She is also really worried about the economy and the current state of affairs in the world. She gets a little down when she starts talking about those things and I try to divert her attention. She told me she and a friend used to add their own endings to old sayings. One is “He who laughs last didn’t get the joke!” and “Don’t cry over spilled milk, the cat already licked it up.” I thought these were cute.
Again, I never got to the closets. Maybe next weekend. But I did do the necessary housework. I got a few other things done. Most importantly, I did get to spend time with my lonely friend. I cheered her up, and I cherished our time together. Really, some things might not seem as productive, but they rate much higher on the list of priorities. We never know where time will take us, but chances are that the crammed and jammed closets will still be waiting for me!