…Because life comes at you fast.
This weekend was joyful, and seems worth mentioning. Yes, I do realize it’s Tuesday, but life just comes at you that fast.
We decided, around 6:00pm, to go on a date Friday night. We were free and it seems we might not be for awhile. So I put on my dress and helmet–a wonderful combination–and we headed off to a new-ish restaurant in Mae Sot. I don’t have any significant comments, except that nothing went wrong. Date nights haven’t always gone smoothly for us in this town–I’m strongly affected by children asking for money or seeing something at the neighbors house; struggling with the guilt of enjoying it. I’m a mess. But this one went off without a hitch, and we happily returned to our house for a movie and cookies.
We welcomed friends on Saturday! The team from Conway arrived, and although I can’t really describe it, I do enjoy that they simply know what the Razorbacks are and where Cantrell is. It really is the little things. They also brought us some treasures, including but not limited to: a huge container of parmesan cheese, new white tees for Stephen, and a stack of political books for me.
As is a part of all good weekends, I also spent plenty of time cooking, making cinnamon rolls for the team and a spread of fajitas with refried beans, salsa, and guacamole for some visiting Chiang Mai staff. Check out this stack of hand-rolled tortillas!
The weekend was topped off swimming some laps in the sun.
And then the week came, full of visitors and helping the team to settle in. Today hit us all in the face as we spent four hours at the local hospital to put one of their dear team members into a foot cast. My sweet friend fell today and broke her fifth metatarsal, and will now be crutching around Mae Sot for a month. To her credit, she was awfully cheerful and optimistic, despite the situation and my poor attempts at humor while we waited.
And now its nearly Wednesday and nearly June. And life is coming fast.