Why is Monday here already?

If I recall, there was recently the promise of a weekend and weekends used to hold the promise of rest, the promise of relaxation, a break from the old grind. At what point did weekends become more frantic than the weeks?

We had an okay, yet odd weekend. I can't quite put my finger on it, but things felt just a few degrees off of normal. Saturday was a gorgeous day. It was warm, in the 80's. The youngest lamblet had a tee ball game, but it was over by noon. Planting was done, playing was done. It was a beautiful day, but I don't think I would call it relaxing.

Yesterday was just odd. It was not in the 80's, but was a good 30-35 degrees cooler and raining off and on. Both lamblets were supposed to be in their annual dance recital, but my youngest lamblet woke up with the pukes which continued well into the afternoon and then morphed into a fever. Grizzled took Lamblet the Elder to the recital since I had had the benefit of seeing the dress rehearsal.

We also got to see Ponce shed her skin yesterday. I know she's done it before. She's too big to not have, but we've only seen her picking at her looooong toes, the rest of the skin, already gone. Anoles eat their sloughed off skin. Mmm-hmmm. They do. Apparently it's full of nutrients. I'm glad we don't have to eat ours.

Anyhow, my oldest lamblet alerted me to the fact that is was happening. She saw as the entire skin was loosening. It comes off in ruffly white poofs. For awhile, Ponce looked like Carol Channing in some big chiffon number. Then it looked like she was wearing an Elizabethan collar which she promptly ate. She looked quite happy with herself and you could that if she could talk she would have said, "I taste FAB-ulous!"

The day ended on a rather bizarre note. One of our next door neighbors recently had her second knee replaced. She lost her balance on the driveway and fell straight backwards. We can see their driveway clearly from any number of windows, but somehow missed this. We didn't realize what was going on until the emergency vehicles showed up. They strapped her to a board and off she and her husband went to the hospital. They've both been to the hospital a lot in the past couple of years. They must be sick of it.

I noticed that there was a sizable circle of blood on their driveway. I didn't think anyone needed to come back home to a dried pool of blood on the driveway so I went over and hosed it off. The neighbors returned much later last night so I'm trusting everything is okay... more or less. I'm guessing when they get up this morning they will also wonder why it's Monday already and why their weekend was anything but restful.

Comments

[Scott]

Sounds like you need a weekend. Hope everyone is back on top form.

[Adorable Girlfriend]

AG spent the weekend with the UCs. Enuff said...

[blue girl]

Even when we don't have much going on during the weekends, they still fly by at the speed of light. The Skimmer was just complaining about that Saturday. One minute it was Sat 8am, the next it was 5pm. Woosh!

I just wish it would warm up so I could get outside and plant some flowers. It's been too cold to enjoy puttering around in the dirt.

....You should see my hostas, though. They must love this weather. They're awesome.

[Idyllopus]

That's depressing. Vomiting children are pitiful and disconcerting enough. I hope the youngest lamblet is feeling much better.

Reminds me of some one at Flickr who had observed an elderly man on his own driveway and after he was carried away he took a couple of pics of the blood and put them up. Of course, that was on his own driveway and I suppose that is a little different. Way back when they would have made a woodcut of the event and by the time it was done it would have been history and a few Indians would appear in the background of the story, romping back into he forest.

I'd prefer to have a neighbor who thoughtfully hoses off the driveway for me than running off to make a woodcut.