In Lieu of Love & Loathe…

… I offer a Memorial Weekend.

On Friday I went to lunch with my work friend. It’s been awhile since we’ve gone to lunch together. Part of our routine after lunch is to walk over to Golden Spoon. During that walk, we always joke about “that loser jewelry store” right there, because they were unable to find my warranty information that one time. We always say, “Oh, I’d really love to buy some jewelry, but not from that store.” And then we giggle immaturely.

Except that day, a little girl ran up to the window with her arms stretching upward to touch and trace the name of the store engraved on the glass. She was inside the store, so by running to the window, she was facing us. Her younger sister was three or four steps behind her and she, too, wanted to touch the engraved glass, but could barely reach it. Both girls had blonde hair flaring out behind them and eyes the color of a clear blue sunny spring day. The most darling sundresses graced their perfect miniature bodies and their smiles told me they were giggling, the sound of which I couldn’t hear because of the glass.

What I heard in my head was set to the song of How much is that doggy in the window, except mine said, “How much is that little girl in the window, because I’ll take two just like her, please…”

My friend and I looked at each other and wistfully continued our walk and eventually returned to work.

Tony and I went up to the mountains this weekend. A time of rest that we desperately needed, him more than me. Since he started working his second job, he’s not had a Saturday or Sunday off. Sadly, he worked Monday, so he didn’t get a three-day weekend, the two days off that he did take were good for his soul.

People in the mountain town that we visited were reveling in the glorious weather. Riding their bicycles, walking, hiking, boating, fishing — every type of sunny outdoor activity you can imagine. Creating their little bubbles of happiness by spending time with those they love. There were yard sales galore — an annual event in the mountain town, apparently. Nearly everybody was having one, there were signs on every street corner advertising HUGE YARD SALE and then an arrow pointing to the address listed. We didn’t visit any of them, but we saw many, many signs encouraging us to do so.

Sunday morning we visited our favorite cafe, The Grizzly Manor. Charlie, the owner and cook, churns out pancakes the size of which overflow the plate. Everything on the menu is good and with my penchant for leftovers, one dish can feed me breakfast for a week. Oh, yes, and they only serve breakfast — until 3 PM. The place is tiny, around 24 people fit inside and that’s seating people nearly back-to-back. I asked Charlie how many eggs they go through each day. He said on a normal day around 13 flats (2 1/2 dozen eggs per flat), although he’d surpassed that number for that day and around 5-6 cases of hash browns (there are five 2-lb. bags in each case)…. “and that in a restaurant the size of Denny’s bathrooms.” He chuckled appreciatively at his joke and said, “Yep, Denny’s is where we send the people we don’t like!”

Loaded with good food, we hiked to the top of Castle Rock, which is where Tony proposed to me in October of 2004 and where we married each other in August of 2005. A special place to us, indeed. It’s still so very beautiful with the unending views it offers. Although I have to say, the hike didn’t seem so very difficult as it has in years past. I guess after hiking to top of Half Dome in 2007 my perspective has changed. I felt somewhat humbled, given all the endurance swimming I do, that during the first part of the hike I had trouble catching my breath. I’m gonna go ahead and blame that on the elevation and having a full stomach, because once I found my rhythm, it was all good.

After our hike, we decided to take the sky chair at one of the ski resorts to the top of another part of the mountain and walk around for a bit. The only time I’ve ever been on a lift chair is with 15 pound ski boots and skis dangling off my feet and freezing air nipping at my face. This was much more comfortable and felt somewhat decadent to only have my 5 pound hiking boots weighing my feet and legs. Like nothing at all. It was fun… still a bit chilly, but not freezing.

The other event that marks this weekend is Tony’s grandpa’s 90th birthday (on 5/26). We spent some quality time with family on Monday afternoon to celebrate… it was lovely to see parts of the family which we normally don’t. Ninety years old is certainly an occasion to mark… and to hear the words “Happy Birthday” coming from our nearly three year old nephew, well, it was just plain touching to see an aged face light up, showing the youthful heart within, in response to the exuberant little face who offered the wishes.

And our youngest nephew is at the Wobbler Toddler stage. He’s walking now, wobbly, but he’s got the hang of it. I can’t believe he’ll be a year old next month.

… and so, the weekend is done, we’re back to work already and would you look at that? We’re one day closer to the next weekend already!

Pictures from our weekend can be viewed here, if you wish.



Filed under I did something Special, I have Family

12 responses to “In Lieu of Love & Loathe…

  1. py

    It looked like a precious and meaningful weekend that you have had with your love, Tony. The view at the top of Castle Rock looks beautiful. It must have been a place that holds much meaningful and fond memories for you and Tony. Hope you have had enjoyed those moments up there on Castle Rock.

    Castle Rock is a beautiful place. It’s a bit of a challenge for those not used to hiking, but well worth it if you can make it to the top! πŸ™‚

    ~Jammie J.

  2. Sounds like a wonderful weekend. What kind of boots do you have? They look familiar …

    The boots aren’t anything special, the brand is Route 66 and they’re actually men’s boots. I bought them at KMart about 4 years ago for $20 (you know me and my $20 rule). I invested in super good hiking socks, though.
    After the Half Dome hike… I’m sure you can guess why. πŸ™‚

    ~Jammie J.

  3. tony

    I had a great time and can’t wait to go again some time soon. I love you sweetie…XXXOXOXOXO we always have a great time up in the mountains, it makes us Happy, Happy, Happy, hehehehe

    Yes, it does make us happy, happy, happy. πŸ™‚

    ~Jammie J.

  4. Oh, how beautiful. Congrats on Grandpa’s 90 years!!!


    πŸ™‚ 90 years is a long time to be an earth-dweller.

    ~Jammie J.

  5. grrrace

    love the post. πŸ™‚ i’m so glad you guys had a great weekend…

    and milo’s almost 1 already?! what?!

    Thanks honeybunny!

    I know — Milo one and Mia three! Wow!

    ~Jammie J.

  6. grrrace

    hey, your pics are on facebook now! hehe.

    *shakes fist at facebook* hehe.


    πŸ˜† Didn’t take you long to notice that at all!

    ~Jammie J.

  7. I do love your pictures and I am so jealous of all the hiking you get to do. That picture above is now my new happy place, that is, if you don’t mind?



    We have some wonderful trails out here in California. Surprisingly right in our own neighborhoods. I’m sure you do, too, where you live, don’t you?

    Sure… that can be your new happy place. Uhhh, wait, are you pretending you’re my head and those are your legs or are you sitting on my lap? πŸ˜›

    ~Jammie J.

  8. Had to laugh out loud at the peeing fountain shot – looks more like a dwarf than a boy!

    We drove by it and I made Tony turn around so I could get a picture of it… and the wood stack. hehe

    ~Jammie J.

  9. First I have to mention that there’s a nice pair of legs attached to those boots. And you look quite exquisite in a midriff baring top. If I didn’t have such a lovely wife at home, I’d be jealous of Tony.

    You gotta love a place that only serves breakfast and has pancakes bigger than your head! Glad you guys had a lovely weekend together. BTW, if you’re looking for some kids I might have two boys for sale. Certainly if you want to spring for air fare I can bring them out for you to test drive….

    Dude, I work hard on that midriff… sometimes I think I’m too old to be wearing stuff like that, but then I see teenagers with multiple muffin tops wearing midriff baring tops and I just shrug. If they’re not ashamed of their muffins, then I’m not ashamed of my old (but in-shape) midriff. πŸ™‚

    Man, that was a good weekend. *happy sigh* Nah, you go ahead and keep your kids. They’d be on their best behavior and everyone knows that’s false advertising. πŸ™‚

    ~Jammie J.

  10. FREAKING ME OUT. When I click on your link to look at pictures, I get my facebook inbox. How is that happening??

    Oddly, I think you have to log out of your Facebook to see the pictures I posted…

    ~Jammie J.

  11. It sounds like you had such a lovely weekend, Jammie…You describe the place and that eatery so beautifully…I felt like I was there with you.

    Thanks for your kind understanding words. I am in a kind of shock….And cannot really believe my dear friend is gone. I understand his pain was just more than he could bear anymore. He was such a special dear sweet good and decent man. aAthirty year relationship—-it’s just very hard.

    I know… I’m so sorry… 😦

    ~Jammie J.

  12. grrrace

    i don’t wanna join facebook, but i might have to if i get updates and stuff about you. *stalk* hehe.

    I just update with silly little stuff. A lot of time wasting can occur there, if one’s not careful. πŸ™‚

    ~Jammie J.