This weekend it was sunny and up in the 60s again. We raked leaves on Saturday, which was a much better experience than last year. Last year we had to do the whole thing ourselves and it was freezing and we did fifteen bags in one day. It started to pour and we had to abandon a pile next to the house, which we could never finish because then it snowed for four months straight. This year our neighbor got an early start so we only had to do about ten bags. It was done in an hour and a half.
Afterwards we showered, got comfy, and hosted Carly and Professor K for the evening. It was extra nice to see them because it felt like it had been ages and we had a million things to say. Carly and I did, anyway. We dominated the talk while the guys sat by and watched Rocky III and football, which neither seemed too perturbed about. We vowed to resume meeting at Starbucks during the week for post-work catchups. This is the time of year for it, after all. There's nothing like putting on a scarf and meeting up with someone over a gingerbread latte to make the coming winter a little bit okay.
Yesterday we spent the day at my grandparents' house. My parents are in Italy and nana called my sister and me on Saturday and invited us for dinner. We had a really nice time. Nana cooked a huge dinner--pasta, meatballs, chicken cutlets, eggplant parmesan, chocolate cream pie--and we stayed all day, talking and reminiscing and laughing about what dorks my sister and I were when we were kids. Nana and Grandpa were always our favorite grandparents and we had so many great holidays and visits with them that add up to wonderful memories: Easter egg hunts, Christmas Eve stocking hunts, the gum drawer, the Santa parade, the beach, the money machine in the cellar, sleepovers, the attic, my aunt's owl collection.
Yesterday I missed all of that and realized for the first time that once my grandparents are gone, there'll be no more of it. My children will only know of them through stories, which is the only way I know anything about my great-grandparents. So I realize how important it is to spend time with them and enjoy their company while they are still here. I saw how happy our visit made them yesterday and I plan to pop up to see them more often. I also would like to spend more time with my own parents, and my sister, who works crazy hours and lives just far enough away that we have to make elaborate plans when we want to hang out. I know she wants to move out next spring and I'm glad she's planning to stay in the area. It makes me really look forward to moving closer.
Afterwards we showered, got comfy, and hosted Carly and Professor K for the evening. It was extra nice to see them because it felt like it had been ages and we had a million things to say. Carly and I did, anyway. We dominated the talk while the guys sat by and watched Rocky III and football, which neither seemed too perturbed about. We vowed to resume meeting at Starbucks during the week for post-work catchups. This is the time of year for it, after all. There's nothing like putting on a scarf and meeting up with someone over a gingerbread latte to make the coming winter a little bit okay.
Yesterday we spent the day at my grandparents' house. My parents are in Italy and nana called my sister and me on Saturday and invited us for dinner. We had a really nice time. Nana cooked a huge dinner--pasta, meatballs, chicken cutlets, eggplant parmesan, chocolate cream pie--and we stayed all day, talking and reminiscing and laughing about what dorks my sister and I were when we were kids. Nana and Grandpa were always our favorite grandparents and we had so many great holidays and visits with them that add up to wonderful memories: Easter egg hunts, Christmas Eve stocking hunts, the gum drawer, the Santa parade, the beach, the money machine in the cellar, sleepovers, the attic, my aunt's owl collection.
Yesterday I missed all of that and realized for the first time that once my grandparents are gone, there'll be no more of it. My children will only know of them through stories, which is the only way I know anything about my great-grandparents. So I realize how important it is to spend time with them and enjoy their company while they are still here. I saw how happy our visit made them yesterday and I plan to pop up to see them more often. I also would like to spend more time with my own parents, and my sister, who works crazy hours and lives just far enough away that we have to make elaborate plans when we want to hang out. I know she wants to move out next spring and I'm glad she's planning to stay in the area. It makes me really look forward to moving closer.
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Sentimental comment: YOUR parents will become the grandparents that your kids, Schmoo and Joe Jr., will have great memories of! Infuriated comment: In your otherwise thorough weekend update, you neglected to mention your rockin' Friday night in with SOMEBODY IN PARTICULAR WHO IS TOTALLY NOT ON SPEAKING TERMS WITH YOU ANYMORE. You're never getting your cami back now, y'ho.
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