It was a glorious weekend. Seriously. The weather? What spring is supposed to be like. If there were a poster child for spring, it would be April 13-15, 2012 in Seattle.
Friday evening, Mom called and suggested a picnic for the next day. Subway in the park? Twist my arm, Mom, please. We headed over to Redmond to hit what is indisputably the finest suburban park any of us has ever been to. We are not alone in this assessment, as parking is always a nightmare. Locals will be astounded to hear we pulled right into a parking place at Grasslawn on a sunny Saturday at noon. It was a Tax Day Eve miracle!
Jason and I spent the remainder of the day making progress in the garage, with the eventual goal of parking our cars in there. Cars. In the garage. I know, we are so classy.
Sunday…Sunday was gorgeous. And nerve-wracking, because of the regatta. It was only my second race, and I still get nervous, because it’s hard. Oh, it’s so hard. Time-wise, we didn’t do so well, but there were only two boats in the race, so I came home with a red ribbon. Plus, our coach said several times how good we looked rowing. She is not easy with the praise, so I’m thrilled. And yes, a bit proud of myself and my rowgirls. The boys were incredibly supportive…
…and optimistic on my behalf…
And then I crashed on the couch with orange chicken from Safeway’s Asian counter. (The counter sells pseudo-Asian food. The counter itself may or may not be of Asian origins. I have not asked.) I did not move from that spot all night, excepting a quick break for a shower and an eventual crawl to the bedroom. I was TIRED.
On the way to the boathouse this morning, I came across some of our neighbors.
There were four of them!
I was actually stunned enough to stop in my tracks and say, in a weird, sing-song voice, “Hello, deeries.” Apparently, I turn into a puntastic, elderly English woman when surprised by wildlife? The things one discovers about oneself.
It was too windy to row, so we went out for coffee and, as a team, gave the older guy reading his newspaper at the next table quite the earful. I’ve noticed that tends to happen when large groups of women get to chatting. Good exercising of the jaws this morning.
How was your weekend? Any garage cleaning? Rowing? Encounters with local wildlife? Horrible puns? Do share!