I have to say I spent a delightful weekend. What made it delightful? I don’t know. I felt a certain freedom from obligation. I had no social events scheduled and I had managed to get some things done that had been hanging around on my to do list for too long.
Saturday morning I gave in to the urge to rearrange the bedroom and after 45 minutes of moving things about, realized that it had been best the way it was before. Rather than be aggravated at the waste of time, as I put everything back in place I felt relieved of having to think about rearranging it. And of course, I had dusted floors and furniture as I moved things, so everything sparkled.
Of course, I was in the garden weeding and watering and checking out what might be ready for harvest soon. In the Plot Against Hunger gardens, there is lettuce (again!) some stealth turnips, beets, and peas, which will be quite a haul come the weekend. In my own garden, the beets are not ready, but the peas will be, and this week’s harvest included kale, radishes, and garlic scapes, which means the garlic will be ready for harvest in a couple weeks or so.
I saw some very endearing baby rabbits in the courtyard and in the garden, minus little blue jackets, of course, since they aren’t going back to dens and being served chamomile tea, I’m sure. Some young doves launched from a neighbor’s window ledge a week ago and everywhere I’m seeing young birds following their elders through the dangerous grass.
Today, I indulged in some book buying. I’ve been doing a lot of reading and have gone off the e-book, I think because I’m not traveling. I bought Anne Tyler, Kent Haruf, and Kate Atkinson, because I had known they were coming out and saw them on the first table. Had I been wise, I would have headed straight for the cash register, but I had an inkling there would be a new Andrea Camilleri out and there was!!! So I bought it. Goodness, it’s a good thing I get a discount. I just finished The Buried Giant, by Kazuo Ishiguro and am in the middle of An Unnecessary Woman by Rabih Alameddine. Something the Contented Crafter said recently also has me dipping back into Seamus Heaney…and if you never enjoyed Beowulf, I recommend you dip into his translation, which is utterly riveting. Meanwhile, I’m detouring into an adventure by Carola Dunn’s Daisy Dalrymple, just for the lovely light distraction.
So. What a weekend. Inhale. Exhale. Into the new week!