Relative Something

It is interesting that we call the Memorial weekend, “work weekend” up here. It might better be described as “workday.” With Saturday’s chores behind us, Sunday becomes a day for play. I snuck out early, before everyone was awake, and rode my bike around the lake. It takes about an hour. It was beautiful out and I came across many others walking, running, and biking in the early light of day. I got back to our place and took a quick swim to clean up and then made it to the breakfast table just in the nick of time to clean up the last of the eggs and bacon. The whole crew was up and at ’em by now.

Next, Julian invited me to play tennis. He schooled me. We have a new attraction at the tennis court this year. An eagle has built a nest in one of the giant pine trees right over the court. I was able to take solace in the scenery and beautiful weather as my tennis game was being systematically dismantled by my son. We followed up that sweaty activity with more swimming in the lake.

After a quick sandwich for lunch, Steve’s boys returned from their golf outing and we enlisted them to head down to the field by the lodge to play a little soccer. Yeah, I’m getting a little tired by now. It didn’t take long after sitting down and putting my feet up to realize I could use a nap. Then I showered up in preparation for our community feast at the lodge (Chicken Cacciatore this year) and played some guitar until it was time to go eat.

It’s a shame to have to leave paradise and return to the real world of a day job, but that is on the schedule for today. I will be enjoying the memories created this weekend as an antidote to the reality of the rest of the work-week ahead, you can be assured.