Funday Funday Funday!

For the whole last week - well, really the entire last...six years? - but really mostly on Saturday, I found myself typing and working and writing away on the computer thinking, "I wonder what it's like to have the type of job where you don't feel obligated to fill in any and all free time with more work. Because, as a musician, free time equals "just more practice time." And as an educator, weekends equal "just two days that you have to get ready for the next week of classes."

And, because the universe likes to times things just so, I found myself answering a phone call from a friend (really the only real girl friend I have here in TX) who lives 45 minutes away, but who goes to church five minutes from where Schmoobles and I live, wanting to know if I was available to hang out on the weekend. Her husband was gone doing the same thing Schmoobles is for the summer, working with a different nerd corps, and Schmoobles is out until Friday, so I welcomed her over for a girl's day visit. On Sunday morning, I opened up the computer, finished up the very last bit of work that I had to get done before Monday, vacuumed the condo, fed the animals, took a quick shower all in time for her to come over. And then I made some spinach, onion, tomato and goat cheese flat breads with egg and coffee and brunch that we enjoyed while I made her watch the season premiere of Big Brother (woot!) so that she could get addicted along with me.

And then we meandered over to our fabulous neighborhood country club Rich People Swimming Pool where we managed to bypass the $100+/mo membership fees by slipping them $5 instead and spent the afternoon poolside drinking cocktails and eating nachos, people watching (i.e. judging) all the wealthy elite of our community with their pulled up brows and inflated chesticles and ill-mannered children. It was pretty entertaining.

Though it doesn't happen very often, being able to spend a day off as an actual day off and enjoying the good life, even if you are just playing pretend, is nice every once in a while. But, in a weird way, I'm grateful that it's not the norm. As I told my friend, you'd probably stop appreciating it after a while. Not us, though...

They take your drink orders from the adjoining bar/restaurant. And then serve it to you in the pool. Criminy! That's the lake behind the pool and the big pole things (masts? or something?) attached to the various yachts that park at the marina here. Oh, rich people.

Addendum: I ended up getting way too much sun yesterday and made sure to exfoliate my mug extra special like during my bedtime shower last night before proceeding to slather on obscene amounts of Neutrogena anti-aging night cream. FREE RADICALS BE GONE!