I escaped to the mountains this weekend and spent two glorious days at my parent’s cabin in Blue Ridge. This was the view from my coffee cup this morning:
I spent most of the time playing gin with my mother. It was overcast yesterday, but today it was hotter than hell. I swear, I was sweating like a (CONTENT DELETED SINCE I’VE GROWN UP A BIT.)
Anyways, I had a very good visit with the folks. We took a boat ride, swam in the lake and sang (badly). We got a little pickled on Saturday and I’m convinced that is the only reason I won that round of gin. The last time we played my mother was in the hospital, she kept dropping off when it was her turn and coming to again and was still able to beat the pants off of me. We found many funny metaphors for life while playing cards this weekend, I have to say these were some of the most relaxing and worry-free days I’ve had in quite some time, so thank you Momma!
I’m beat. I’m actually not dreading work this week, I feel refreshed. One last look at the cabin (view from the boat on Saturday.)
Oh, and there was some good Steevie love this weekend too (he likes to get “away from it all”as well.)
