I could get used to this

Things have turned around completely since the highway robbery incident.

We’re still very busy at the hotel, and with more new people than old, I’m bounced around like a ping pong ball.  By couch time, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.  ‘Course, it just makes couch time that much more pleasurable.

On the bright side, I’ve taken over making the schedule, which is how I’ve managed to be off on Friday and Saturday the last two weeks.

Last weekend, Hubby and I took the convertible to a Greek Festival on the other side of St. Louis.  I like me some Greek food and Greek culture so I was pretty excited to go.  Turns out, it’s not anything like I imagined – or like the internet and radio ads suggested.  We ate some dried out gyros, listened to some loud music, wandered through the measly jewelry displays, and then jumped back in the car.  Ah well… guess we’ll just have to go back to Greece to experience the Greece I remember.

The next day, we hopped on the motorcycles right after breakfast and by 4 that afternoon we’d clocked over 100 miles.  Every once in a while we talk about getting rid of the bikes, and then we get a day like that.  It’s still such a thrill for us to travel back roads to places, grab a meal, and meander back home again.  In fact, we’re planning another long day tomorrow.

Although I worked Sunday morning, I met up with the family at our clubhouse that afternoon.  Hubby grilled pork steaks and corn, while we chatted it up with extended family we haven’t seen for a while.  Mario and I lost the bean bag toss game, (turns out it’s nothing like bowling), and Chip and I took the canoe out for a spin.

Today starts a new “weekend”, and I’m as relaxed and happy as I’ve been in a long time.  I did the yard a favor and washed my car.  The rains came soon after.  And then I picked Mario up from school for some girl time at the mall.

Yes.  I can certainly get used to this.