Friday, April 10 - Sunday, April 12: Weekend Recap

The weekend went too fast. Friday, Andrew and I went out to dinner at Morton's and then to the symphony. It was a lovely evening. We ordered way too much food (Andrew had gotten a gift card from a consulting gig), and we were pleasantly surprised when our waitress offered to keep our leftovers in the restaurant cooler so we could pick them up after the symphony (which was fabulous). 

Saturday was focused on Lucia's track meet in West Mifflin. Andrew, Greta, and I went to watch her run her two events, the 4x800 relay and, her favorite, the 1600. She PR'd in both and ran a 5:48 mile. She was pleased. It was sunny but freezing and windy, and though the three of us left after her events were over, she stayed the rest of the meet, not getting home until 8:30pm. It was over a twelve-hour day for her.

Sunday, Andrew and I had brunch with the Clarks. Lucia focused on studying chemistry. Greta and I sewed a few mini scrap monsters (something I saw on Instagram) and then did a big spring try-on of Greta's clothes. Later in the day Lucia went to dinner and a movie with a friend. Greta and I watched an episode of Stranger Things, a show I officially dislike now but am forced to keep watching because Greta won't agree to my suggestion to just read episode recaps for the rest of the series. It is too creepy and gory. DISLIKE. I didn't have time to watch my own new show, The Madison, which, with its family drama and a flinty New Yorker making a life for herself in an unhospitable landscape, is much more my speed.

That was the weekend. Andrew engaged in some manic cleaning of his own, as our house gets more and more insanely messy and disorganized by the day. It is becoming almost unliveable. I speculated that the contractor has forgotten he hasn't finished our project and has moved on to someone else's house. Let's hope that's not the case.

Oh, and I also took Greta to the urgent care at Children's on Saturday because she said she got a terrible cramp during her track meet on Thursday and kept saying she felt "a mass" in her abdomen, and I freaked out. (She is fine.) Life goes on here, heroically normal most days as this blog testifies, but there is always a black undercurrent of anxiety that sometimes, like the vecna creature or whatever in Stranger Things, turns an ordinary day into a gaping maw of potential horror, and then recedes.