The weekend

What a whirlwind of blessings.

Mrs. tg's oldest sister and her husband arrived on Thursday evening. We just hung out, as they'd already eaten. Friday after work we went to our oldest's to have pizza together, from which I had to go the first Friday healing mass. I thought I'd worked out the logistics, but there was one bag I forgot to have my wife bring to me, so I had to go home first. I walked in the door just as it was time for me to start playing and singing, basically, which I hate, but it went pretty well. Headed home afterwards and hung out for the rest of the evening. Had a Saturday morning meeting to attend, which brought forth some unresolved conflicts that are going to have to be dealt with once the other person involved doesn't insist that she doesn't want to talk about it anymore. Afterward was a couple hours to relax followed by some errands to buy food for Sunday's lunch party, finished just in time to go to Saturday evening's party at our friends' house.

I wasn't able to stay long at first, because I'd volunteered to cover the singing at mass for a friend who thought he was going to have to be out of town for a family emergency, Since that situation took an unexpectedly pleasant turn to the less urgent, I was able to return to the party sooner than anticipated. It was a great time with old friends. When the wife was ready to leave before me for another chore she needed to take care of at the church, we agreed that I'd walk home; after all, I'd walked there, and it would be downhill going back!

Just before I left, our friends' daughter unexpectedly arrived. It was nice to see her, we've cycled several hundred miles together. Not knowing who might read this, I don't feel at ease explaining how this brought me back to an old reality. It wasn't anyone's fault, but it still put me in a decidedly negative frame of mind. I waited a few more minutes and made my round of goodbyes, then headed home, where we hung out again the rest of the evening, until we called it a night. In the morning I made breakfast, then went to 10:30 mass, after which we made final food preparations for the afternoon get together before picking up the cake and our granddaughter from our daughter's, returning to church for our granddaughter's First Communion. It is such a privilege to be able to minister in music for these special events in my grandchildren's lives. The service was wonderful, the party afterward was also very nice. And we got everything taken care of in time to attend our oldest daughter's graduation from the community college that evening. A late supper afterward brought the fabulous weekend to a wonderful close, although not without some additional tense moments.