weekending

i stayed close to home this weekend and planned little.

nothing. nada. nil.

it was what i wanted and what i needed.

the kids were in and out with friends for football games, food, fun.

we stayed in and binged on ozark and chinese take out one night...

then ozark and grilled tenderloin sandwiches the next.

the thought of retiring with my guy and jason bateman at the end of the day kept me motivated throughout.

(we are both very much enamored with this clever, edgy netflix series.)

we got so much done around the house and yard.

it was one of those rare weekends where we gained momentum to keep ticking things off our list.

the boys followed the sun by day and then found the comfiest afghan come night.

we're at the time of year when the wide open house can feel chillier than the yard because without the sun, you feel the season to come in your bones.

when we walked late sunday afternoon, there was no doubt it was still summer.

in the first leg of the park, we spotted a bluebird.

seeing them always feels special.

we made sunday brunch: leftover steak with hash browns and and eggs for the family.

i put together a banana bread that ted asked me not to bake until this morning because maybe his favorite thing ever is a loaf hot out of the oven.

and i made another family favorite for this week: an enormous pot of chili.

the house smelled so warm and cozy.

then i stepped out for an impromptu pedicure before the weekend's end.

i tried to convince lily to join me, but she was writing a paper.

i tried hard, but she held fast.

lovely rose gave my feet some much needed love and attention.

i was almost late for my date with sylvia.

we talked about rosh hashanah and her nostalgia over not being able to attend her temple's new year celebration.

we had dinner together and then played scrabble.

the score was close this time.

i was the first one to bed sunday night.

the kids are off today for the jewish holiday.

another four day week sounds about right.