While Jonathan had three hours of Myso practice, the rest of us headed to Jon's parents' house in Dunwoody so I could sew and the kids could play. The kids basically know we love them when we take them to Mormor's-playland and candyland rolled into one. All too soon we headed back to crowded Atlanta, picked up Jonathan, and then drove north to our church for supper. We were finally back home around 9:15- it was a beautiful night. We put the kids to bed and sat on the back patio with a glass of wine, admiring the stars, and just talking. Very nice.
Sunday was the day of Maya's departure. Unfortunately, Caroline, the shiba rescue lady, could only take Maya at 11am. It was incredible the load of dog accoutrements we had! Caroline immediately guessed the breeder where Maya was purchased-Free Rose Farm. Apparently, Shibas are notoriously bad with kids and are runners! If they get out the door, there's no getting them back until they are good and tired, even the well trained Shibas. I was annoyed that the breeder had not told us this, and felt better about our failure as Shiba parents. But we lasted almost 4 years, and the first two were very pleasant years. After we bid Maya adieu, Vivian and i joined up with the rest of the family at church.
Caroline's final orchestra performance was Sunday afternoon, and she was pleased that the entire family was in attendance. Generally, Jonathan seems to have Myso stuff on the same day and only one parent comes to Caroline's performances. After the performance in Buckhead, we hustled back to church. Unfortunately, once church and supper were finished, we didn't get home until 9pm. Ugh. These are frustrating weekends. Thankfully, Jonathan, Caroline and I did lots of laundry Friday afternoon-10 loads-folding it all on my bed, while listening to an Eliot Engel lecture on the Bronte sisters-(it was a rather fun way to do a boring job). So we may be tired, but at least we have clean underwear for the week!
