There were a lot of things I probably could have been doing this weekend. The little enclosed back porch needs clearing out before we start demolition (and the way things are going, that’s likely going to be very soon). The remaining library walls still need priming and painting. There’s boxes that need putting in the attic or the carriage house, and counters that need tidying, and we ran out of coffee on Friday.
But instead I got up each morning, and went out to breakfast with Richard (to the local bagel place, due to the aforementioned lack of coffee in the house), and then he drove off to his writing retreat in Shingle Springs, and I carefully collected my coffee and my knitting and my books and an afghan or two, and settled myself into the couch and camped out for most of the day. I read. I worked on sock. I watched lots of reruns on HGTV and the Food Network. I made myself open faced omelets for lunch – loaded with chopped peppers and cheese – and sipped slightly flat soda from a big glass mug. I dozed a little bit, there on the couch, with my afghans and my books and sometimes up to four cats on me at a time. It was lovely. I did this all day Saturday, until I had to get up and collect all my things and head off to sing for the last concert, and I did this all day Sunday, until Richard returned from his writing retreat and I simply could not stand sitting still any longer and had to get up and do *something* useful, like clearing off the dining room table and running a load of laundry. We went out to dinner and had sandwiches and salads of mixed greens and then we went to the grocery store to pick up coffee and bagels and other things, and then we came home and he camped out in the living room with me (although he had his laptop while I had my knitting). We finally watched the season premiere of Battlestar Galactica and a few other things we’d had stored on the DVR, and the cats curled up on us or near us in various states of purring or snoring, and it was a truly lovely weekend all around.
Ah, the Food Network. Loveliest and biggest timesuck ever! Me too–big fan!
I cannot imagine living in a home without cats. At the moment I have between three and ??. Supposedly there’s a cat that now lives with me, except she has also adopted my next door neighbor–who has a bunch of cats and an elderly dog. This “new” cat sleeps next to the dog to keep him company.
She did manage to tear an easy exit from the front porch, so now my other female also goes out. And even though they are all spayed, I now have two (probably) toms that are visiting and waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Meanwhile, they have hunting buddies.
Actually, a house without cats is not a home.
(My third “official” cat is a gorgeous yellow tabby that weighs about 25 lbs. And he thinks he’s a lap cat.)
I must say…that sounds pretty idyllic you hit all the major good points of relaxation and then some!
I\\\’m sorry, but I didn\\\’t see any mention of the meaning of life food in your description of the idyllic weekend! Who are you and what have you done with my daughter – GIVE HER BACK RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!