Oh, this weekend. *sigh*
Unlike most weekends, this won’t be an extended, glowing update of all the magical things that we did or that happened because this weekend has been consumed by worry, beginning Saturday evening. Funny how when something bad happens at the end, it colors the whole memory rather than just affecting the pieces that weren’t so great.
Sweet Husband made his way up from the Coast because we had a wedding to attend. Friday night we went out to dinner with the parents, which is always a good thing, and Saturday I hit the ground running to take the doggies to the spa, courtesy of their Granny. After we got home and had blueberry pancakes for breakfast, Sweet Husband and I made our way out for some shopping. We needed a wedding gift, and he needed a tie.
As an aside, I think he may have been the only male at the wedding who was wearing a tie. There wasn’t an indication of dress code on the invitation, so I always believe that it’s a bit better to be over-dressed than underdressed. We were both over-dressed, but that’s OK. We could have shown up in jeans, though, and fit right in.
After our shopping expedition, we came home to crawfish for lunch. Are y’all familiar with crawfish? I knew about crawdads before I moved to the South. I remember them in the creeks that I swam in as a kid. We never thought about catching them and boiling them up – as far as I knew. Perhaps it was something that the adults did and didn’t tell us kids about, but we played with crawdads. We didn’t eat them. The first time I had crawfish, I was by myself, and I really had no clue what the heck I was doing with them. I thought they were good but an awful lot of work…and probably wouldn’t be partaking of them that often.
At some point later in my life I made a writing trip into way south Louisiana and wound up in a little restaurant/bar that sold boiled shrimp and crawfish. I knew I liked shrimp so I got more shrimp than crawfish. I told the guy behind the bar and the guys sitting next to me that I didn’t know what I was doing. True Cajuns that they were, they were more than happy to share their own crawfish and show me how to properly suck the heads and pinch the tails. That made much more sense, and I was a crawfish convert.
Of course, since meeting and marrying Sweet Husband I’ve gotten much more proficient at peeling crawfish because I’ve been shown a few tricks, but I’m nowhere near as fast as him or his daddy. They eat twice as many as I do in the same amount of time. I’ve learned that I have to grab a pile of crawfish, claim it for my own and be content with it because if I don’t, there won’t be anything left by the time I’m ready for more.
The crawfish we had Saturday were excellent – spicy, if a little salty, and a good size. Juicy too. Expensive, though. I think my father-in-law said he paid $4.49/lb for them, and he brought home 15 pounds. For the four of us, he could have easily brought home 10 more, but as it was, that was a pricey lunch. Good, but pricey.
As mentioned, Sweet Husband and I had a wedding to attend Saturday night. I took a couple of what I hope will be good pictures of us, but they’re on the BGC. I didn’t think to take any pictures of the two of us together with my phone, but I did get a fantastic capture of him. He’s such a handsome man.
It was a lovely ceremony. I really do love weddings and all their hope and beauty…even weddings where I know the relationship isn’t in the healthiest. There is such promise at a wedding. It’s like the love is literally reaching out to envelope you. I hope that Ashley and Tony’s wedding day isn’t the happiest day of their lives; I hope that it merely sets the bar for what the happiest days of their lives will be.
The wedding was marred by the fact that one of our good friends, who’s wife was a bridesmaid and happens to be one of Sweet Husband’s best friends, fractured his knee cap while working on an oil rig. She was going to be leaving the reception early so she could make the 4 hour drive to New Iberia to pick her husband up at the hospital, and we offered to go with her. It’s a long drive when you’re emotional. One of the things that I love about Sweet Husband is that if his friends need something – he’s there. No questions asked. You know that if you call him, he’ll do whatever it is that he can for you. One of the best men that I know.
We left the reception early so that if needed, we’d be available, and just as we got home, we got a text from Sweet Husband’s mom saying that they had left for the emergency room because Granny was having difficulty breathing. We dashed inside, changed clothes and headed up to the hospital, where we stayed until 3:00 in the morning. When they decided to admit Granny to the hospital, the initial diagnosis was COPD. After she was settled into a room and we were on our way home, apparently that changed to walking pneumonia. It’s odd because the ER doctor told us that the CT revealed that she did NOT have pneumonia. But then all of the sudden she has pneumonia? She hasn’t had a fever. The discharge nurse told her that there was no need to follow-up with her doctor. I would think that at a minimum they would want her to see her doctor towards the end of the week to make sure that things were clearing up. Odd. Very, very odd.
We brought her home around 1:00 today, and she’s been in bed. The rest of us have been sleeping today as well. Except for Sweet Husband, who went home to take care of some work and then made his way back up here so he can be with Granny tomorrow. I was telling him last night that he’s really good in these kinds of situation. Granny wasn’t at all happy to be at the hospital, and she wasn’t at all happy about what was happening to her. He was able, though, to cajole her and prod her into doing the things that needed to be done. It’ll be good for him (& for her) to be with her tomorrow.
I did have to bathe sweet Cobbie, who as you recall just went to the spa on Saturday. We think that she may have fallen into the pool because when we came to let the dogs out this morning, she was soaking wet. By the time we got home with Granny, she was covered in mud, which necessitated another bath.
As for me and the intentions for this week, there is really only one:
- Apply for jobs on the Coast.
It is that time of the year. Job fairs are starting to happen, and if my goal is to be home with Sweet Husband (and we DO want to stay on the Coast. If we have to come back to Hattiesburg, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but we want to stay on the Coast), then I need to get that into gear. Now. I’ve gotten the updated resume, but the process of applying to multiple school districts is long and tedious. If I work at it, I image that I can get one, probably two, school districts done a night. But that means I have to get everything else hitting on all cylinders as well….which is a little difficult with all of everything in South Mississippi in bloom. (the pine trees are about to drop their lovely yellow pollen)
How was your weekend? And what are your intentions for the coming week?