Weekend Plans

Last night we had a family with four girls between the ages of 18 and 12 over for dinner, along with their parents and grandparents.

Remember these chairs?

After dinner the teen-agers went upstairs and played with the chairs. They tell us they were playing trains- each sitting in a wheeled chair, holding on to the one in front, and then all rolling in a line as fast as they could around the room.

It sounded like they were playing bumper cars.

The grownups sat in the living room and talked about when, where, and how we met, when we became Christians, where we'd lived, and told funny stories about the kids.

Then they all left, taking our boy with them. He is spending teh night at his married sister's house north of us (where our friends live), so that he can go off to play at battles with whackings and thwackings and freakishly large weapons, like this:

His brother-in-law will be playing as well, along with several other of his male friends and even a few girls. 

Meanwhile, the HG is loading up her two babies and coming up here.  We shall probably dabble in the pool:

Presuming the Striderling has the go-ahead given his recent determination to rid himself of his g-tube without waiting for any silly old doctors to remove it the medically approved fashion.

The HM and possibly the FYG will go play volleyball at a friend's house.  The rest of us are invited, it's a big Shabbat shindig of some sort, but it's including a lot of people and I need to unpeople myself for a bit.  So I'll be here with the two married girls, Pip, and the grandbabies, and I know you are thinking "Are they not people?" but no, not in the same way.

Some of them, really, really not in the same way:

 

We will visit, sing, read, maybe play, mostly sit, do some swimming, or rather, floating, and probably cook something.  I will study sign language.

Then the Happy Warriors will come back up north together, we'll all get cleaned up and nosh a bit and head off to the three dollar movie theater to see October Baby.

Striderling and Fam are spending the night.  Actually, I thought we were supposed to have the Little Boys, when they left on Tuesday they asked when they could come back, and I said Friday- but they never showed up.

Anyway.

Sunday- we leave for church at 7:30 in the morning, or we try to.  My deaf friend shows up at the taile end of class, and I interpret the rest of class for her and the church service, and I do that very, very badly, but fortunately, our preacher makes an awesome outline.  Unfortunately, my requests to get the list of songs sometime Saturday so I can look them over generally falls on the somewhat unresponsive ears of some 20 somethings who do not do a good job of putting themselves in anybody else's shoes and yes, I am kind of in a crabby mood about that right now.  Sometimes...... 

Sunday afternoon, we will go over the HG and STrider's apartment and help them pack.

Sunday night it's church, more interpreting, and after church the same people we had over for dinner Friday night are having everybody over for a cookout and a movie which they will be showing on their barn wall.

Then we head back home- this time with the STriderling family still in tow, AND my deaf friend, who is coming out to spend a couple days with us.  I'm a little nervous about this and also excited. that's a lot of signing.  Gulp.

Monday we have a cookout and Karaoke over at Shasta's house.  Until you have heard the Dread Pirate Grasshopper sing You Are My Sunshine with his father and Oh, John the Rabbit wtih me, you just don't know how beautiful life is.  Okay, maybe you do.  But you should still see it.

Do you know John the Rabbit?

Tuesday morning sometime one of us will drive my deaf friend back home.

I will sit down at the laptop, slack jawed, drooling, and numb of brain.  Not sure how long it will take to recharge my drained batteries, but I think it will take a whole lot of doing nothing and then resting afterwards.

I will look kind of like this for at least a day (I hope):

I have to do school with the teens, though.  And I have to do several other things, so at some point I will get up and trudge away at life.

There's a laptop in her basket, you know.