Weekending | 9.28.20

Weekending | 9.28.20

Hi!

I know, I said I was not going to be back until tomorrow, but what can I say. Ha!

Do you ever feel in a rut? Well, I can tell you we sure do! Steve and I have been talking about how we are always doing/eating/listening to the same.things.every.week.

So this week, we changed things up a bit!

Happy hour was Thursday night, sans music, just quiet, some *different* food, and conversation.

Friday we did not have a happy hour, but rather we got take out (Pierogi Pie and beer FTW!) and we caught up on the Big Brother episodes we missed during the week. In hindsight, we probably would have been okay to eat there… it was a gorgeous day and we could have  easily sat outside. It was surprisingly not busy, but of course, if we went with the idea of eating there it would have been packed, right? lol

Saturday, we tried to have an “impromptu” micro-happy hour out on the porch, as you can see above. However, we had to bail and head indoors because the mosquitos almost ate us alive! Which is very curious to me, especially since we have had virtually NO RAIN, as you can see from a tweet our local news station shared yesterday…

Sunday morning Steve ran to Dunkin’ and brought home a pumpkin donut or two… oh man, are they so good!

The rest of the day was filled with Steve watching Steeler football while I finished the second sock for Winston! And they will be off in the mail today! Hopefully they will fit for at least a minute, lol.

And before we knew it, poof! the weekend was over and now we are looking Monday in the face. I have a substantial list of things to accomplish today, but I have a bright spot for this Monday morning… Pádraig Ó Tuama is back with a new season of Poetry Unbound!

I hope your Monday full of all kinds of good things!

 

Sometimes Monday | 9.21.20

Sometimes Monday | 9.21.20

is all about the memories of sunsets and long walks, of the thrill of seeing a kettle of Turkey Vultures floating on the high winds, unexpected artwork, some history, a houseboat community (What?? I might have new summer goals!!), so.much.good.food! and icons (RBG and Cat Bordhi) too soon gone.

And the 1 minute 20 second video mash up of an amazing (yet distanced weekend)

And while I’d love to while away the day lost in weekend thoughts…a mountain of laundry is screaming at me. But fortunately it is a task that allows for contemplative thinking, so maybe I can stay immersed in my weekend thoughts a bit longer while being productive! I hope your day allows for some of the same!

See you all back here on Wednesday!

 

 

 

Sometimes Monday | 9.14.20

Sometimes Monday | 9.14.20

Means a cooler start to the week! And the mornings are so dark now. The tables have turned and instead of the sun waiting for me to rise… I am waiting for the sun, which just might be the perfect way to ease into the week.

These words by Jericho Brown have lingered with me since I listened to them last week on The Slow Down and, like Jericho, “I am in a mood about America.”

Googling, I found this reading by Alfre Woodard to share with you all! Each time I hear the poem, something different speaks to me.

And, of course, the NYTimes did a lovely piece about this poem (and if you subscribe, you can hear Jericho read his poem to you!)

Happy Monday everyone!

 

Sometimes Monday | 8.31.20

Sometimes Monday | 8.31.20

August, die she must… — Paul Simon, April Come She Will

Sometimes Monday is for weekend reminiscing…with memories of proscuitto wrapped figs happy hour,  torrential downpours, the return of autumn beer, and the departure of the endless heat and humidity.

Sometimes Monday means the return of a woolly sweater, which is a most welcome layer in this mornings chilly air and this knitter’s heart sings with joy.

And sometimes Monday brings the end of August and with it; darker mornings, flocking birds, and a mug of hot coffee to warm my hands.

What does your Monday look like?

 

 

Sometimes Monday | 8.17.20

Sometimes Monday | 8.17.20

The best solutions are often simple, yet unexpected. — Julian Casablancas

There are days when I win at the Yarn Chicken game and it is always such a good feeling.

But then there are days you don’t win at Yarn Chicken…and the results are practically perfect. Better than you can imagine, an unexpected surprise! That little bit of dark blue bind off is unexpected, and perfect!

Now it is off for a wee bath and weaving in some ends, then a trip to my Nana’s button box!

May your Monday have some unexpected, practically perfect moments!

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