Wiped already?

We had a good weekend in these parts. Saturday started out a little exhausting, with a 17-miler that left me feeling somewhat drained (I started out strong, but as the warmth and humidity rose, I slowed, even having to take a brief walk break when my heart rate suddenly decided to spike and make me a bit dizzy) and an appointment to discuss our bathroom floor situation. Still, things looked up after that; the person who was looking at the bathroom was the husband of a coworker of Eric’s, and they invited us over to their place for a cookout that evening, also to see their new concrete patio (we’re debating ripping out our deck and replacing it with a patio, since the way it’s constructed has led to some most unfortunate situations in the winter – a story for another time). So that was a lot of fun, and a great way to spend an evening!

Yesterday was sort of a “last hurrah” for the summer vacation, and we went to the local renaissance fair with some more of Eric’s coworkers. The kids were fairly well-behaved, right up until the infamous Mud Show, which was a risky (and risqué) choice that bombed – for Sam, not Gabe. When the actors moved into the audience to kiss folks with their mud-covered faces, I saw Sam draw his knees up to his chest and bury his face in them, hands clamped to his ears, thoroughly disgusted. I took him quickly away from the show, leaving Eric and a fascinated Gabe behind with the rest of the group. (His favorite part: the end, when the “judge” had to eat mud. I think Sam would have spontaneously combusted had he seen it.)

Eric heads out of town for most of this week, which I’m dreading. Glad to have had a great weekend, filling me with a bit of joy and social hum before he leaves, but I wish I didn’t feel like now I need to rest after the activity – I’m not going to get a chance to do that!