Restorative Weekend

 

 My four day weekend was very satisfactory.

I did so little. I puttered around. I woke when I felt like it. I experimented in the kitchen. I played with my plants. I made space and parted with stuff I don't need...a couch, bags of clothes, a rug. I selected fresh food and bright flowers at the farmer's market. I sat in the sun and drank coffee with A. I read in bed in the middle of the day (A Game of Thrones, Book 2). I noticed cute dogs (everywhere) Note: I may have the dog version of the baby-bug...some people feel pangs of longing for children, I feel them for canines.

I went to the beach, of course.

Bounty: In my fridges, on my counters, and in Andrew's ceramic vases.

I went to yoga. I wandered through the garden store and felt the comforting/familiar draw of a farm life. I wept through "The Descendents" set in my beautiful Hawaii heart-and-homeland.

Slow food. Warm food.

Put up my Instagram collage!

Fam life attracts me (and repels me).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This wilty looking 3rd-hand dendrobium rebloomed. I am awestruck.

At work today, I was happy to see my students smile and laugh. I took time to really notice them and practiced being a careful listener. There was time today to be scientists/historians/writers/performers/readers/thinkers and garden-growers. I felt fulfilled.