weekending

Today is the first day of June. It's a glorious, sun shiny, almost summer day. This week will deliver more of the same and so we begin the whirlwind that is June, July and August. The windows are open, the morning doves are cooo-OOO-oooing from the telephone line and the kit kats are on watch at the patio door. Mike said they slept the day away, which is no surprise. Manny and Murphy came for a sleepover so there was plenty of enrichment for Hazel and angst for Gus. They are tiring in equal measure. 

The kids had no water so an invitation for Saturday night supper turned into an overnight stay much to my delight. Ted requested bbq chicken and mac and cheese, and so that's what we had. I was disappointed in my sauce...it was not as creamy or sharp as I was going for. I realize that I always use the random cheese orphans in the frig so I'm never making it the same way twice. It's my mission to perfect the recipe and stick to it. It was just a little too chilly to finally enjoy the new patio furniture. Before long we'll be saying it's too hot. We had thoughts about games and movies, but we ended up comfy in the family room just chatting and that was perfect.

Friday was a little later, but also a stellar night too. Pete and Sue invited us to dinner at the Capital Grille and we had a fabulous meal followed by drinks at Casa Wags. We never go out on Fridays, but we may have to rethink that ala how you start the weekend sets the tone for what's to come. It was fun to dress up a little and head downtown for rare steaks and red wine and time with good friends.

Sunday was a long overdue work day. We purged the garage and it was beyond gratifying. I'm pretty sure we could continue to cull, but it was a valiant start. I made a stop at the nursery for some flowers. I was loading up my car when a little old man approached to tell me that I was as joyful as my flowers. It made me smile and laugh to which he said, "See...I knew it." His kindness stayed with me for the afternoon. I got down on my hands and knees to weed my beds, which is always more gratifying than grueling. At the end of the day, I was too exhausted to cook dinner so we put in a frozen pizza...a pizza I was too tired to eat when it was done. We fell asleep watching our current show...Mayor of Kingstown and it's not a sleeper.

I wasn't ready for Monday when my alarm rang this morning, yet I resisted the snooze button because Alan proposed summer hours...9-1 o'clock. Not just on Friday...every day! Linda and I lobbied for 10-2. She's slow going in the a.m. and I've become a night owl. I'm working on my late night tendencies, but this certainly is motivation to get to bed earlier. I was in at 9:30 today and out by 4:00. We're busy so I'm good with that.

June is so far so good.