Back to the grind...

I had a lovely three days in Houston. I was seriously cutting it close to make my flight out (was standing in the security line and could see people boarding my flight) but I made it, and it was amazing. I don't typically like to push it with flights, because I hate being rushed (at airports or otherwise) but this new gig isn't as easy to just leave early as the last job was.

All I wanted from this weekend was to catch up with friends, relax, and get some sun. I would say my mission was accomplished. The Burnses were more than accommodating. Saturday we went boating and despite my fear of not getting up on the wakeboard (haven't been since I learned how five years ago) I didn't really have any problems. The water was ridiculously warm. I'm talking, no shock at all when I got in. I bet it was about 85 degrees. I've never really been boating when there wasn't at least 6+ people wanting to wakeboard, so it was strange when my turn came up again and I felt like I still needed to rest. We had a bit of a (3 hour) setback before getting to the river when the trailer got a flat tire, however, we only needed the 2 1/2 hours we were on the water. Everyone was pooped.

That evening I did some laying around in the pool, and then we BBQ'd and ate outside and it was divine. They asked if I wanted to go out, but all I really wanted to do was shower, and relax.

Sunday was church, and then I was the bad influence who took little Rachel home with me and we laid out after Sacrament meeting. (Oops.) Another delicious dinner, and then it was back to the church for Rachel's seminary graduation. Man, I do not miss the days of seminary. Not at all.

That night some of their friends from the ward came over for ice cream sundaes. I chatted a bit, and then just went upstairs to finally finish Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. I'd put that one down for a while, as I frequently do with books, but I'm glad I finished it, especially since the movie will be out in a few months.

Monday was a lazy morning, and then off the family went for Rachel's high school graduation. They kept apologizing for leaving, but I just felt bad I couldn't go to graduation since I had to fly out that evening. I will admit, even though I was so excited and loving the relaxing, I did wonder if I'd get bored or lonely with my three solo hours in the pool. It only took about 20 minutes for me to forget I had a good chunk of time to kill. By 1pm I realized I was hungry so I had some lunch, got back in the pool, and the next thing I knew, I only had 15 minutes left before I had to get ready. I was not ready to leave that pool. Not ready at all. I could have gone another 2 hours easily. I'd downloaded The Help onto my kindle and couldn't have been happier reading in the sun, sitting in my blow up chair in the pool. It was seriously heaven. Oh yeah, and I'm totally proud of myself because I wore sunscreen every day (even reapplying once on Monday) and wore a hat. I'm getting paranoid in my old age, and I'll admit, I still have a nice tan, and when I saw a chick totally fried at the airport I felt very smug.

Monday afternoon

The Rachels, just before she left for her graduation. I remember when this one was four or five years old.

Now I'm back at work, totally unmotivated. Lots to do before I head out again this weekend. Surprisingly, I'm not even sick of traveling. I guess I've been having too much fun, and I've really really looked forward to each trip.

Hope everyone had a lovely Memorial Day weekend!