Fall Invades Austin?

I had my doctor appointment this morning. As I suspected, since the medication hasn’t been helping as much as she’d like, so she’s sending me to a specialist to get an endoscopy. I am not excited about this procedure, but I will also admit that I’m looking forward to it being over so we can finally figure out what is wrong with me. Although I know it’s probably nothing, I’m a little nervous. I know what the worst-case scenario could be. And I know I have a family history of it. But I’m trying not to worry about it until there is actually something to worry about. And pray. I’ve been praying like mad.

This weekend was good for me though. It was incredibly relaxing. I’d had a very social past few weeks, and I needed some down time at home. The past week has felt like fall here in Austin. Is it here to stay? Austin weather tends to be exciting and unpredictable.

It poured rain Friday and Saturday, and I essentially spent most of that time curled up in boxers with a blanket on the couch. I made a romantic crab cake dinner on Friday night (complete with an assortment of cheese/crackers/mustard/jellies as an appetizer, a Caesar salad, and mashed potatoes). Saturday morning I woke up early to an air raid of rain bullets being dropped on the roof, and couldn’t sleep so I did 30-45 minutes of yoga, and then practiced some phonetics while watching an old Grey’s rerun. The rest of the day was filled with rotating sessions of cuddling up on the couch, watching college football, sitting by a window listening to the rain, and working on phonetics. Watching the games with the lights off and the rain relentlessly falling outside brought back strong memories of typical Saturdays growing up in Pennsylvania….I’d be coming home from an art class, Dad would be watching the PSU game in the living room with the dogs, and Claire would be keeping Mom company in the kitchen watching the Fightin’ Irish play. My Mom would be making a crock pot chicken or beef stew, and would be burning a MacIntosh Yankee Candle burning in the kitchen. The house was dimly lit, and the weather was dark and crisp. It made me a little homesick.

Sunday was more football (go Colts!), and a little studying, and then meeting up with a friend from the Speech Path Program. We shared a blueberry kombucha tea and chatted on the back porch of a small café in the French Place.

Usually after a weekend with an activity level barely rivaling that of a sloth, I tend to feel somewhat remorseful for wasting time and being lazy, but I woke up this morning feeling rejuvenated and alive. I spent excellent quality time with my love, I got some great practice for my phonetics class, and it felt lovely to allow myself to indulge in guilty pleasures without shame (closed off Saturday night with a bacon cheeseburger with grilled onions, BBQ sauce, and fries….mmm :-)).

This weekend was definitely worth every second. :-)