a dapple of my weekend

Not posted till Wednesday?

Yes, it's that kind of week.

Sigh.

a dapple of my weekend

No words, just photos.

a dapple of my weekend

Extremes, extremes, extremes. That's what my weekend was. I've not had a stranger, happier, more exhausting, devastating weekend, I don't think ever.

Let me back up.

My weekend started Thursday night, when Rachel finally flew home to us and we chatted nonstop the entire ride home from the airport. (You may think I'm exaggerating, but really--there was not one lull in conversation the whole 45 minutes. We can talk.) Friday morning was fantastic--I took the day off, we went to an early yoga class and met Mom for a leisurely breakfast.

Unfortunately, Friday evening we had to attend the wake for a dear family friend. Never have I seen the town come together as they did this weekend for a such a loved member of the community. It was a heartbreaking tragedy, but good to see so many familiar faces coming together.

This also meant that many friends came home from far and wide for the weekend. (Remember when I mentioned extremes?) It was so good to see old friends and unexpectedly get to be together again, despite the circumstances. (One friend had even planned on moving to Germany this past week, which he put off just long enough to be here for the family and see his friends one last time.)

All day Saturday was an exhausting "funeral," which really seemed more like a celebration. Tears were shed and laughter could be heard. Shared dishes were eaten and hugs were every two minutes. It was an unfathomably sad day.

I was so busy and mentally occupied that I didn't even have the desire to take a picture until Saturday night. Which was when regular, "everyone's home for the weekend" activities resumed, much to our delight.

Five crowns and Brandy Alexanders? Our families know each other so well.

While there was so much heartbreak and mourning this weekend, there was an equal amount of joy and festivity, as well.

The heat of Sunday brought out the towels in the backyard and the kids on the slip and slide. And Rachel was still home, thankfully.

Isn't she just the cutest? I love her so much.

Monday was a busy day of our Memorial Day picnic and party for my mom. Family and friends all came with dishes and it was just the perfect day to end the first summer weekend. Rachel and I might have been planning this for weeks, between you and me.

Oh, and I made an enormous chocolate cake with raspberry filling. From scratch. A la Deb, of course.

Have you ever seen a sweeter baby? Being a pro babysitter has its perks, I guess. Just look at this pose:

I mean, Mary and the other kids even caught fireflies in jars.

I sort of love summer.

So, it was a weekend of extremes. Inconceivable heartache, familiar joy, right next door.

Life sure does throw loops, sometimes.

We'll all miss you more than you know, Ydalmen.

a dapple of my weekend

There were too many happenings to even have room for words, this weekend.

I hope yours was lovely, though.

It's almost summertime, for real, isn't it?

I hope warm breezes and suntans are in my near future.

a dapple of my weekend

Kitty-snuggling, late night bar-drinking, going to the first farmers' market of the season, doing yoga in the backyard, hanging laundry on the clothesline, babysitting, attending a good friend's horse show (and getting to play the photographer), indulging in Mexican food, and scary movie-watching.

It all sounds lovely, right?

It really was, I suppose, but I'm struggling with every Monday picking out the "good" pictures and writing about everything in a fantastic light, even when it's not really so. Of course, my weekend was nice, but not as nice as these pictures and paragraph above show.

So really, my weekend involved:

getting camera-happy with my cats, hanging out with friends at a new bar, being sorely disappointed by the local farmers' market which contained absolutely no produce and only snooty craftspeople, doing yoga in the backyard until the lawnmower came too close and the noise was too loud and I had to move anyway, then doing yoga in my bedroom until I stretched into eagle pose and realized I have a bedroom the size of a closet and it won't even hold eagle pose, hanging laundry on the line happily but then having to take it down and put it in the dryer which I was trying to avoid in the first place because the lawn was being mowed and the cut grass would stick to it and dirty it, reluctantly babysitting and getting vomited on multiple times, watching a horse show and getting to have way too much fun as the photographer, eating way too much Mexican food and maybe even drinking sangria at lunch, and watching a scary movie and trying not to think about it as I came home alone to a dark house.

Do you see how I just did that?

Not a terrible weekend by any means--there are just some storm clouds that accompany the sun, now and then.

I'm gonna chalk it up to perspective and try to trick my mind into thinking my weekend was as beautiful as these photos.

a dapple of my weekend

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sleep.