Weekends. Should they really be called the week-end? I feel that it aptly describes Friday afternoon and Saturday, but if your Sunday is like mine it’s really the start to the next week.
It would be silly to pretend that I didn’t feel like I was cheating on work Friday. I was scheduled to attend a meeting in Lake Placid and other than some traffic and construction on the way up, it was a beautiful day.
A scenic drive, meeting with people that for the most part I genuinely like and being out of the office almost all day? Totally felt like I was cheating on my job.
I didn’t get my swim or run in like I wanted to Friday because the meeting went late, but I think they’re in a good place so it was worth it.
Saturday, Frank and I headed out to my home town(s) to visit family and have some quiet. We chatted with Nanny, sat on the water front with my aunts and uncles and spit cheery pits into the lake. The view up the hill hasn’t changed much since I was a kid.
Sunday brought us to Daddy-O’s house for lunch and chatting about his recent trip to visit family over seas. He spoke of Nicoli, Max, Victor, Igor, and more and how neat it was to meet extended family. Some even with our pre-Ellis Island last name! So cool.
We had fresh (shucked by us) corn on the cob, burgers on the grill and as usual, Daddy-O did an awesome job seasoning and grilling. The quick to come and go thunderstorm was impressive and left us with some hail for fun.
Personally I think Mother Nature was pissed we didn’t invite her for lunch.
We headed back after lunch to do everything we needed to do to get ready for the week.
How was your weekend? Do you think it should be broken in two? Weekend and Pre-Week?