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The Last Weekend

 


There is an odd point in the summer where you arrive at The Last Weekend Before School Starts. It is especially odd since, weather-wise, it doesn’t feel like summer is over at all. I tend to feel as though we could go along doing our favorite summer things for at least several more weeks. 

But, here we are. The date is circled on the calendar, supplies are piling up around the house.

What did you do on that last weekend of freedom before the annual plunge into the school year?

Friday night I requested a trip to Pepperjacks (Scaggsville.)  It was just the right kind of weather for eating dinner outside and enjoying a root beer float - - a summer-specific beverage from my childhood that I’ve never outgrown.



I have sentimental feelings about this place. When the weather gets warm enough to eat outside I always think of them. And, when I need to say farewell to those precious summer days, Pepperjacks calls my name. 

Saturday morning I wasn’t at all sure about the weather. I was hopeful that I’d finally make it to Scribble! which was meeting up at the East Columbia branch of the library.

Some background:  I spotted this group about a  year ago: 


I finally got the nerve to jump in this past Saturday:


It’s pretty much as they describe it - - bring your art materials of choice and do art with a bunch of like-minded folks. (I met the young woman who dreamed this all up and of course I’ve already forgotten her name, darn.) They have an Instagram account to let people know when and where the next meetup will be. In case you or someone you know might be interested: @webescribblin .

Saturday’s meetup was held in a large, airy room that used to be the major space for the East Columbia 50 Plus center. The opening of the new facility has freed up the rooms used by the old one to be repurposed for other library activities. That includes making spaces available to community groups, hurray!

As I left the event I noticed a woman in the lobby with a display from Grassroots. I asked her if there was something I could share with my readers that they might not know about. We talked a little bit about their free therapy and medication management service. I did not know that they had an outpatient mental health clinic. You can learn more here. 


When I got home I discovered on social media that there was more I could have asked her about. Yikes. I don’t know how I walked right by this poster.


Well, it’s good information to have and a valuable community resource to keep in mind. 

For his “last” meal on Sunday my teacher-husband chose Panda Express. It was a bit of a trip down memory lane since the restaurant is located across the road from the Holiday Inn that rescued us last summer when our ceiling fell in. I guess this is yet another example that I can find joy in the oddest places. Or that I’m nowhere near as highbrow as some of the hocolocal folks on Facebook.

My husband looked so wistful when I opened my fortune cookie that I gave him my fortune.

Now is the time to book that trip you’ve aways wanted to take.


So he gave me his.


You have a friendly heart and are well admired.




I can’t help feeling that it was truly meant for him but, since he truly loves to travel, it was a fair swap.

How was your weekend?

Have a great Monday whether school has anything to do with it or not.






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