The weekend

So we have no good resolution on last week's dilemma. Lots of people pointing fingers at others, claiming that "I am innocent, but he/she/it is a user and a lying sack of sh*t". I think they all are. But there are three or four family members petitioning to take those kids, and one of them will get them, and all I can hope is that they're close enough that I can help keep an eye on them. Yeah; they're other people's kids. But they're still young enough to have a fighting chance to have a good life and I'd hate like hell to see them lost.



This backdrop serves, as always, to remind me how completely blessed I am in this life.



Saturday morning, S and K and I went to the West Side Market. It's one of those places that makes you glad to live in this city (even though I live waaaaay out in the suburbs): wonderful ethnic foods, beautiful, mixed-up humanity, and a falafel sammich for breakfast. Life is good! Afterwards, we finally got a chance to head over to the glass-blowing place next door when it was actually OPEN. K loved seeing one of the students blow a vase while we were there. S and I are thinking about taking a few classes, just for fun.



Saturday night, I got together with about a dozen girlfriends to have snackies and drink wine and pot bulbs to force-bloom for Christmas. My friend S. dubbed it a bulb-forcing party. My hubby re-christened it our "Fall Pot Party". I think the name will stick. :)



Sunday, I got to spend a day just with my girl. We helped the neighbor mark sugar maples for next spring, worked in the garden together, played on the swings and baked a Texas Sheet Cake, just because. It was a great day.



In fact, it was a great weekend and I feel much refreshed for it.