I don’t know if the weekend will turn out this way, but
this is what I have planned. If Mother
Nature cooperates, it might be a decent weekend after all.
Friday afternoon is “stop for a quick drink” after
work. This week, though, I have to stick
to my schedule and get home early (and sober) enough to cook. This is opening weekend of fall lacrosse (my
last official parent year), so I’ll make either pasta salad or cookies to
bring. Everybody seems to like the
cookies, but they might melt if it gets as warm as has been predicted. I bought ingredients for both, so I can go
either way on this one as I wait for the most up-to-date weather report.
Saturday is the inter-squad lacrosse game, complete with
refs and all. I have to remember to get
the camera fired up. Oh, and
sunscreen. Must have sunscreen. Then a
barbecue. These are the days I live for –
good weather, a fun game, and food, food, food.
Sunday I’m planning a beach day. I don’t care how cold the ocean is. I tried to get in it a couple of years ago
when it was 90 degrees in mid-April. (No
wonder those people from the Titanic froze instantly – it was damn frigid that
day.) If Mother Nature pisses on my
plans, I’ll go to the beach, anyway, then head out somewhere along the coast
for lunch.
In between all of this, I have some ridiculously
important paperwork to finish for school that has to be officially filed by
October 1st. Have I started
it? Of course. Is it remotely organized? Um… no.
Will I make the deadline? Bets
are being taken on that one.
Who knows? Maybe I’ll
get everything done, including the paperwork, and maybe I’ll even return to
work on Monday with a file folder ready to hand in and a beautiful new glow on
my rapidly fading tan.
A girl can dream, right?
Now, cooperate, Mother Nature.
The next few days are in your hands.
