Did I have a weekend?

I am back. I still have not heard from you about any questions that I have posed. Are you afraid? Is that what it is? Anyway, on with the show.

I did not get that brain lubrication that I sought on Friday. I did get to see my sister in law, which was pleasant. I got to listen to two old people worry that a ten year old will bang his head on the coffee table if he lies near it (let him hit it, I say, then he will know if he is too close and hopefully realize to be aware of his surroundings). I got to listen to an old man give instructions in how to use the remote control. I got to eat a crappy meal of supermarket bought Kosher food that was fried and tasteless (that included the cole slaw and tomato salad). It was a fun time in the Outlaws that night.

Got to do it again on Saturday, too, though we ordered a pizza or two for dinner. The conversation was just as scintillating for me. Blahhh! No brain juice that night, either. It was pretty sucky.

That pretty much describes my weekend in a nutshell. Actually, it was my weekend in THE Nutshell, surrounded by nuts of varying degrees. Ahhhh, what can you do?

I had to tell my mother that we would not be spending the holidays with her. We would be doing dinner, both nights, with the Outlaws. As I explained it, with the Lad out of ear shot, this is in all liklihood going to be the last Rosh Hashannah (and birthday) for my mother in law, and most likely my father in law, too. I hate to say that or even think it, but it is true. As I said to my mother, I know that it could be your last, too (just not taking anything for granted here) but I have to go with the probabilities. She, though disappointed, was supportive of the decision as she could see my point.

Believe me, I would prefer going to my mother's place on Thursday. The wine flows, the food is good and I would get to see my cousins, aunt, uncle (not that makes a difference to me) and my brother in law's brother. The Lad would have a better time hanging out with some older kids, then again, he would have to deal with pest of a younger cousin (5 years old). There will be some more of those, I hope. I just know that this year will be the last in a long line of Outlaw family holiday dinners. It is certainly one to cherished or at least the memories from the past dinners are to be recalled with fondness.

Gotta live in the present and take one step at a time. Gotta run, though. Sorry for depressing y'all, but in some ways it is not depressing but the bitter part of life's bittersweet flavor. Keep smiling.

Ciao!