Weekend wrap

I am back. President Obama....sounds cool. Anyway, I got sidetracked yesterday with more heady and important stuff that needed to be printed/said. Today, it is a little lighter fare. It is all about my weekend. I am sending out a belated "Happy Birthday" to the Lad, who turned 12 on Sunday. I will not go into a blow by blow account of his birth (complete with "Tales of the Placenta" or "My Life....After Birth, er Afterbirth"), it is enough to acknowledge the day.

More to the point, we have a house guest as my wife's cousin has moved here from Israel. He is staying here until he finds a place (which he has and is currently being painted) and then he will move, set himself up and get his girlfriend over from Israel. He joined us for the Lad's birthday dinner with the Wife's brother, his girlfriend, the Wife's aunt and uncle (I take NO ownership of them, believe me) and us. It was an okay time with normal chatter that I find banal and a waste of time (I will never get back those three or so hours of my life......I would rather be whacking off, of course, I could say that about most things, even when I am whacking off).

Saturday, we had....basketball. It was another short-handed game, but we won big. The Lad had a couple of amazing baskets. One, he dribbled around the corner but instead of going for a lay-up, he unfurls his long, ape-like arms (like his father) in a rainbow hook shot that hit nothing but net. The second, he should have gone in for the lay-up, and I was going to scream at him, but he hit his five foot shot with rainbow arc. It was good.

A friend of the Lad's parents, who we are also friends with, invited us for dinner to celebrate the Lad's birthday. Before going, as the snow really started up, the Lad and I hit Best Buy and my nephew's birthday party (he was born five years after, but two days before the Lad--actually they cut my sister open like a sturgeon and plucked him out). Nothing like quiet 7 year olds (quiet, lol) running around. It was kind of okay as the Lad enjoyed watching his cousin and little friends playing hockey. Then we hit our friend's house.

This is where the tenor of my weekend changed.....for the worse. We get set for dinner, wine at the ready, and our host makes a point of telling us all that her new dining room set (chairs) had just been Scotchguarded. We should not spill. We sit down and believe me when I say I was minding my own business when her son, the Lad's friend, reaches for something, pushes a plate into my half-full wine glass, sending it and its contents spilling on my jeans, shirt, plate and placemat. There were splashes on the chairs, but they came out rather easily. Thankfully, no broken glass. It was red wine but I was wearing a dark gray shirt and dark denim, so no stain issues for me.

There was a tense moment there regarding the spilling. Thankfully, it was not one of my family that did the spilling. It was her child so we did not have to feel guilty about causing the first stain of the new furniture. Other than that, and that was minor, it was a lovely night out. We came home and I did a shovel before coming in.

Sunday begins with me shoveling. As it was the Lad's birthday, we took him to the Raptors game. It was an entertaining game. Sunday night dinner at my mother's found me sitting beside my 2 year old nephew. He was drinking his soda (Diet Coke) and proceeded to spill it on my leg. Somehow, this was my weekend to be the Schlemazel (a schlemiel spills his soup, a schlemazel is the one the schlemiel spills his soup on). So it goes.

I spent the better part of the weekend sopping up other people's spills. We had fun and that is all that matters.

That does it for today. Ciao!