Dear Friends,
The weekend washed the doom and gloom off my spirit, but not without side effects!
On Saturday, I spent the afternoon touring Dufferin Mall, with my son and his father, looking for "Walmart style" jeans for them. In the evening, my younger son and his family joined us for dinner at Mashu Mashu. One spilt cranberry juice on my skirt, two large hummus stains on my sleeve and one pair of thorn hosiery later, I rushed home to change. I met my girlfriend at Seven 44 (the new name of our old joint) to dance the night away. Two sets of lively music, two glasses of soda water and two tequila shots later, I called the grandfather of the two spillers, stainers and climbers to give me a ride home. He threw in a Corner Breakfast, at the pancake house — no strings attached.
Only a few hours later, I reunited with my family in the park. The sun shining, the swing flying and the ice cream melting — it was a beautiful Sunday morning. The kind that leaves the sweetest memory in the corner of everyone's mind.
After blowing my little ones a few kisses, their grandfather and I went food shopping. While I cooked my lunches and ironed my clothes for the workweek, my benefactor sipped white wine and talked about his children and grandchildren. I listened with interest.
Regardless of the fact that I had a "privileged" weekend (wined, dined and chauffeured everywhere), I believe I've overextended myself; too much running, bending, lifting, carrying and dancing!
At the moment, with my back against the heating pad, and my neck against the ice pack, I'm happily waiting for the drugs to kick in.
I suppose that's what happens when one decides to live the best of both worlds — something's gotta give! Accepted and filed! What have you accepted and filed today?
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