Nov. 2: The Game in These Foolish Things

It’s been a busy-ish day with the girls.

We slept in a little bit this morning, I made coffee and put out some sweets, and then told the girls to make themselves at home while I took the dog on a good walk and then to daycare and for an overnight stay at her “school”.

Then we took the long, windy drive on the road up to the lake for a brunch with a view.

I hadn’t been to this place in maybe 20 years - long before I ever lived here. It’s a touristy spot and the food is terrible and even much, much worse than I remembered, but you don’t go for the food - you go for the view and the fun of being there.

We did the whole touristy experience - even had our photo taken by a photographer who goes table to table taking souvenir photos and comes back later with them in little paper frames. Wen bought us each a copy.

We had good, deep conversation about our issues. We tried to figure out some of the things I alluded to in my previous entry. Alcohol is involved, for sure. But there’s more to it. Alcohol is not the root of the problem - there are deeper issues. Alcohol exacerbates the problems and makes them worse.

We didn’t solve anything, but I feel like I may have come to a better understanding of Wen. And in turn, maybe some of Anni’s reasons for being a dick to me. It doesn’t excuse anything and I still need to have that conversation before I ever come face-to-face with her again, but I feel like I understand all of our flaws a little better.

Then home to get ready to watch our college team play football at a super cool bar close to the city center. Long story short, we won!

Nobody got drunk this weekend. Nobody got angry. Nobody was a dick. Another win.

I’m sad the girls are getting up early to head for home, but I’m grateful I got to spend precious, precious girl time for three glorious days. A phenomenal hat trick.

xo,
GS