weekending

i kinda sorta wanted this weekend to last longer or forever.

it was just a good stretch of late winter days.

ordinary, and yet, extraordinary.

what i call the extraordinary ordinary.

lily had ski club friday after school and ted had hockey plans with friends.

what i call teenagers being teenagers.

nonetheless, it was a quiet night at casa wags.

saturday i woke in a foul mood.

i slept later than i like and i suspect that contributed to my less than sunny disposition.

after a teary chapter of magical journey and a cup of coffee, i bundled up for a walk.

the snow started to fly as soon as i was on the road and that in itself warmed the very cockles of my heart.

i log miles, i clear my mind, i feel my heart.

exercise is what i call the magic elixir.

i wanted to be present and pleasant for my afternoon with lily.

the guys went north to golf (indoors) and have dinner.

we went to the third ward in search of a dress for a valentines day dance.

we weren't successful on that front, but we had luck on others.

we stopped in at candace's studio and admired her latest work.

lily was impressed by both the space and the piece.

we picked up dessert at the public market, headed to brady street for lasagna fixings for the next day and then to bel aire for tacos.

it was a fun afternoon with my best gal.

i came home lighter and heavier.

heavier as in exhausted so i dozed on and off until 1:30 when i found myself wide awake.

bright eyed until i forced myself to go to bed at 4:30.

it snowed all night so we woke to a winter wonderland.

it was a good day to stay holed up at home cooking and reading and writing.

what i call a snow day.

lily went sledding with a friend and it was a perfect day for that too.

teddy spent the day doing homework and then went to a super bowl party.

mike prepared the ribs for our dinner, i made cookies for ted to share at his gathering and pudding just because.

i wasn't into the game, but a few of the commercials were worth watching.

i kept mike company and the cats kept me company.

i forced myself to get to bed at a reasonable hour and i slept hard and fast.

what i call escape.