With our two roommates attending SF Giants Spring Training games in the Valley of the Sun, the three youngest Picetti’s had the crib to themselves for four days. What follows is a brief synopsis of the extended weekend that was.
Thursday, March 12
Fehmeen and I left school to pick up The Bug from Aunt Danelle’s and Uncle Wonka’s house. She had just woken up from her afternoon nap and her eyes were still puffy. It was so friggin’ cute.
We drove the family CRV to the East Bay and grabbed some dinner at Chevy’s. We all had (yummy) tacos and the manager even hooked Emma up with a big piece of dough from El Machina. She didn’t want anything to do with it at first but once Fehmeen showed her that she could tear little pieces off it again and again and again, she warmed up to the dough.
We dropped the baby off at Grandma Maureen’s and Grandpa Hyena’s house for a sleepover. Nothing is cooler than a baby taking a bath in the kitchen sink.
Temporarily infant-free, the two of us arrived home just in time to catch The Office on tv. Upon it’s completion a half an hour later, I promptly fell asleep.
Friday, March 13
Usually I stay home on Fridays but because the cats were away, this mouse had to go to school with the lady mouse in order to get picked up by their friend, The Hen.
Tanya dropped by ALS Boy HQ on campus delivering a gift created by our friend and coworker, Heather. It was a painted ceramic wizard gnome guy for our garden. Thanks again, H.O.
Mary Lou, aka The Hen, swooped in to pick me up for the day’s activities. Before we departed, we interrupted Fehmeen’s class to present her with our new Gnome for the Home. Seeing that look of utter disgust and annoyance on her face was worth every iota of crap I’m going to have to endure because of that damn wizard. (Just in case you were unaware of this fun fact, Fehmeen is not a big fan of “stuff” that tends to make a place appear cluttery, hence the hate/hate relationship with the gnome).
I worked with Charles on QiGong for our alloted hour and the results were simply amazing. He knew without me telling him that something had happened to me (I fell five days earlier) by noticing that my Qi resembled the broken pieces of a puzzle. After smoothing it out for me, Charles asked me to allow myself time to fully awaken before going about my business of each new day. Message received.
Somehow, I managed to convince The Hen into accompanying me to see the new The Last House on the Left movie. I am totally going to hell for dragging a bridge playing, dish walking, sweet, retirement aged woman to a disgusting and vile horror movie.
We had a post-show slice of (mushroom) pizza and cup of (chocolate) ice cream before heading back to school to rendezvous with my baby mama (and yes, I will get a beat down for that little crack, but again, so worth it).
Fehmeen and I headed over to the East Bay to be reunited with our sweet little Emmabug. We ate chicken and rice and yogurt and returned to our home on a really steep hill. The gnome was placed on the kitchen table to be duly admired by all.
Saturday, March 14
I got out of bed at 1130 am. Apparently, I really took Charles’ advice to heart.
The family unit had a late lunch at Chili’s, followed by several non-productive retail stops. Does anyone sell satin sheets? WTF.
I took a little heat for the “downer” nature of a few of my recent postings. All I can say is that I never know the tone or feel of a piece until I’m well on my way to completing it. I don’t begin the process thinking sad or happy or funny or whatever. It just sort of happens organically as the post takes shape.
We hosted a small pizza and wine party in celebration of Pi Day (3.14). Good times, good times. After our guests left, Fehmeen and I S a B in B and then W EB & D on T until M. (That one’s for you, Rob).
Sunday, March 15
Another weekend morning climbing out of bed at 1130 am. Ahh, it’s good to be me (sometimes).
Grandma and Grandpa Khan came over to babysit Emma and me while Fehmeen got caught up grading some papers. When Fehmeen finished, we were joined by her brother Ameer and we all had dinner at a Persian restaurant in Belmont called Shalizar.
The sun-baked roomies arrived home and after an exchange of pleasantries, Fehmeen and I retired to the office to continue grading papers and writing blogs.
And that was the weekend that was.