Last week I wrote a grumpy post that was supposed to be an encouraging post. I started it encouraging, read it again yesterday and realized I shouldn’t have been writing a blog post when I was tired and depressed. Instead of sounding okay with the fact that sometimes people move out of our lives for a variety of reasons, I sounded like I was whining and complaining. Whoops!
My family does get depressed about those who abruptly moved out of our lives, for whatever reason, and the last year or so have been rough on that front, but I truly meant the post to sound more positive than it did. I deleted it and will try to write to explain again another time – maybe when I’m less groggy (if that day ever comes since I seem to be dealing with a lot of chronic fatigue lately).
I am recovering this week after a long weekend of watching children who were not my own and traveling to visit relatives. On Saturday we watched a couple very active young boys. My 12-year old son was a huge help since they love following him around and digging through his old Transformer toys. In the afternoon we took them to a free church fair and while I usually take more photographs at events like that, I was too busy trying to keep track of two extra children to take very many photographs.
On Sunday we traveled to Guilford, N.Y. to visit my aunt and cousin. I took some photographs for my cousin for her yoga studio and, honestly, I was pretty nervous because I don’t take photographs professionally very often these days. Oddly, my cousin, who is usually calm and collected, was dealing with butterflies during the session, which involved a few of her students joining us part of the time.
Her studio, Black Horse Yoga Studio, is in a gorgeous location in Guilford, N.Y. If you’re near there, I’d highly recommend her. She also holds aerial Yoga classes. I bet you’d never guess how old she is by looking at these photos – I know it completely floored me when I found out.
After we visited her we visited my 86-year old aunt. I left a copy of my book with my aunt for one of her nurses to read to her, (She doesn’t see or hear well anymore) at her request. As I started to leave it I felt awkward because the book is a little bit of a romance. I don’t know what my issue was since I know my aunt knows all about romance. She was the focus of a lot of male attention when she was growing up, according to my dad, her brother. Plus she has three children so there must have been some romance mixed in that life of hers somewhere. In fact, I know there was since I asked her how she met her husband, my late uncle. I won’t divulge that story here, at least until I share it with my cousins because I’d bet they would find it a little bit funny how their parents met (if they don’t know it all already).
How about all of you? How was your weekend? Do anything exciting? Not exciting? Or maybe you have “exciting” plans for your weekend. Let me know in the comments or share a link with me about your weekend.