Another one of those Lost Weekends, where everything sort of blurs together in a flurry of activity, only ending when you realize, Holy Moley, it’s Monday!
Friday
Another Margie Gras for the summer, this time focusing on blender drinks (both juice and ice cream based). Tasty, calorie-laden fun, complete with something wonderful called a “Blue Swan” (with local mods). The Testerfolk, Stan, Randy, and Dave & Lori were all there, and we had the normal level of raucusitude, aided by further screenings of Invader Zim.
I was actually exhausted from a long week, and crashed on the rocking chair, missing the second half of the evening. Dave & Lori, and Randy, headed home, with the Testerfolk and Stan crashing (as planned, for a Margie Gras) at our place …
Saturday
Katherine was at her sleepover still (hence the scheduling of Margie Gras), so we were able to have a relatively leisurely Saturday morning. I slept till 10, and came down to find Doyce making Lumpley Pancakes for the group, made with Sharp’s cider. A bit thick (and thus difficult to cook), but yummy.
We then somehow magically transitioned to Margie and Jackie going off for pedi/manicures, while Stan, Doyce, Justin and I went golfing at Centennial Golf Course, a/k/a Littleton Golf Course. (It was formally known as Centennial, but now seems to be renamed Littleton, probably because we now have a city of Centennial and the course is in Littleton. Whatever.)
For not having been out on the course since May or so, I was actually pretty pleased by my game. Only lost three balls, two to water. All parts of my game were firing on at least three of four cylinders, with no persistent flaws. Drives were decently lengthed and straight; chips were pretty much where I wanted; putts weren’t too bad. Ended up with a 49 on the back 9 (which, before I go capering about, I have to remember is actually a par 32), but still only ended up losing net to Doyce by 1 stroke. Woo-hoo.
Headed back home. Margie had picked up an exhausted Katherine (“sleepover” evidently meaning that one early on decides that the time for “sleep” is “over”), but Jackie had taken her while Margie worked on game prep for Sunday. Stan and I picked up Katherine and headed back to our house; Jackie followed a while later, both Justin and Doyce needing their own early sleep times.
Ate very yummy home-made pizza, then watched some Olympics coverage. Mercifully, from what I saw, the previous Olympics framing device (turning the event into a mini-series about four or five pre-judged-noteworthy athletes) has been abandoned, though there’s still a lot more personalization and pumping-up-the-drama (as if the competition needed it) than feels necessary. And while the emphasis was mostly on what the American team — excuse me, “Team USA” — was doing, or at most the teams that they were facing, we did get some other events with non-American winners covered.
By the way, congratulations to Puerto Rico on showing up this year’s “Dream Team” NBA professionals from the US in basketball. Which having been said, why the hell is Puerto Rico fielding its own Olympic team? Last time I checked, that’s a US commonwealth …
Sunday
Off to church, lippety-clippety. I may be becoming the Official Photographer for the parish. Last week, Bonnie had asked me to video-tape her sermon. Okay, fine. Someone saw me doing that, and asked if I could video-tape the guest preacher this week (a missionary who’s usually in Tunisia; she wanted to send it on to his mom in San Diego). And while I was getting the camera set up, someone handed me their little Instamatic and asked if I could take some shots of the baptism during the service …
Not that I mind, to be sure.
Back home again, and we-all (Stan still being with us) had smoothies for breakfast (having a plenitude of ice cream and fruit juice and frozen fruit left from Friday night). Then Margie still needed prep time for the game, so I took Katherine to the swimming pool for an hour. She’s doing great with jumping in from the side (holding her noodle), and I’m glad we have some swimming classes starting up for her at the end of the month (even if it’s, well, coming to the end of swimming season).
I got some sun on my legs golfing on Saturday, to my surprise (it occurs to me that I’ve been golfing in long pants these past several outings, largely to avoid just that). The swimming session added to the overall toasting for the weekend, which was a bit surprising — I’ve been in the pool several times this year without a problem, but this time seemed to have been just what I needed to get lightly crisped. The discomfort from the results of my not sunscreening my bod is more than matched by the discomfort of Margie looking smugly reproving over the same.
Back home, and a long ViD session (running until after 9). But in that time we both pursued some personal action in the caravan, fought an air elemental, the mage who summoned it, and an animated mind-controlling statue. Since Margie was on GM duty, I was more in host/babysitter mode, which was actually fine (and makes me appreciate all the more how Margie does that while I’m GMing).
Quick clean-up and got to bed before ten, which was quite nice, and slept well.
And … well, Holy Moley, it’s Monday. Ah, well.