The weekend was an experiment for us, and I don't mean of the 'how will the extended family get along' kind. Before Mr. FM's accident we loved to travel. Some years we traveled far, other years we traveled near, but always we were on the move. I think one year I flew off somewhere every single month. And then he fell, and all travel stopped, until last Thanksgiving when we decided to visit his sister in Colorado. Well, it was a total disaster. Migraines every other day. (The altitude?) The poor thing was barely out of bed a few hours the entire time we were there, and the headaches lasted for two weeks after we got home. Merciless bastards.
So this time was a test. How would he travel six months later? If he did well, we both had visions of sugarplum trips dancing in our heads: for him, a visit to Seattle to make music with an old friend; for me, a real vacation, maybe another week in Hawaii lying on the beach, or a trip East to see my about-to-pop best friend.
After this weekend, I'm happily auctioning off our frequent flier miles. There will be no week in Hawaii. He had a migraine every other day this time, too. We treat them faster now, so he was able to fully enjoy two whole days with the fam, but they still plagued him.
Ah well, there are bigger problems in life than not being able to fly for a while. And on the plus side, we played lots of croquet (only fun if you're winning, folks), ping pong, and card games (my first introduction to Tick, which has to be the most fun game ever). We ate big fat burgers hot off the grill, wild salmon, and more peanut M&Ms than a woman needs in a lifetime. We wore sundresses (well, not Mr. FM) and flip flops and did crossword puzzles and read. That part was bliss.
Hope your weekends were all M&Ms and no migraines.
(Wondering what this delicious looking cheese danish from Bouchon Bakery has to do with this? It makes me happy with its pastry goodness.)