So, two days after making grandiose plans, let’s see how we did, shall we?
Distribute publicity for Michael’s play.
Check. I’ll hit a few more places tomorrow, but I took care of the places he specifically requested. As a benefit, when I stopped into Tryst, I ordered a Washington Carver smoothie, which is essentially a peanut butter-chocolate milkshake. It was like drinking a Reese’s peanut butter cup!
Buy some tomato props for the garden, weed and water, and plant some fall seeds.
I bought tomato cages, as well as twine and bamboo poles. We took two of the cages over today to prop up the burgeoning tomatoes, but tomorrow we’ll have to play with poles and string. I watered and picked some lettuce, but did not do much weeding nor any planting.
Go fruit picking.
Yes! I spent Saturday afternoon up in Poolesville and came home with some blackberries and some blueberries. This also gave me the opportunity to wade in a creek and eat lunch with my feet in the mud.
Watch Tour de France coverage.
Check! I have watched lots of spandex and scenery fly by on the computer screen.
Knit on my Tour de France knit-along project.
I’m at the heel turn on the sock and feeling pretty comfortable with my progress for week one of the Tour. Plus, I love the yarn’s colors.
Read, preferably outside. I currently have three or four books going, so I don’t feel like it’s unreasonable to finish at least one of them.
Well, I read, both inside and out, but did not have a chance to finish anything. Tomorrow maybe… We did watch the fifth Harry Potter movie in preparation for Wednesday evening, as well as a few episodes from the first season of WKRP.
Bike a bit or swim — both days.
No biking all weekend, but Rudi did drag me out of the house to the pool this afternoon. It was lovely.
Pay bills.
Tomorrow.
Clean.
Failed at this one, unless I meant the car, in which case I did stumble on a charity car wash Saturday morning. I did also vacuum, which made me feel much better about the mess everywhere else.
It’s Friday night and the house is quiet. Rudi has turned in, caching energy for tomorrow’s hilly ride. Two of the cats are dozing in the bedroom with him, one in an Amazon box here in the living room.
We started the weekend out with jazz this evening, but it was a bit different than our normal Friday wind-down with friends. First, the weather and the event’s popularity have combined to make it so there is nowhere to sit in the sculpture garden. So I pulled up space on the median strip outside the garden between the sidewalk and the street. And we were not the only blanket parked there! Second, most of our friends are out of town this weekend, so, although Sarah was able to spend a little time with us, for the most part it was just Rudi and me. Luckily, I’m rather fond of Rudi, the weather was gorgeous, and the people squatting around us were all very friendly and cheerful.
The weekend itself looks quite busy. On the agenda:
Distribute publicity for Michael’s play next weekend. Are you a local? If so (or if you’re going to be in town soon), make sure you don’t miss the world premiere of The Quick Brown Fox Jumped over the Lazy Dogs during the Fringe Festival. The play will be performed July 18 and 19 and 24-26. The reading I saw of it a couple years back was fantastic.
Buy some tomato props for the garden, weed and water, and plant some fall seeds. I wonder if it’s too late to plant zucchini and more beans for the summer…
Go fruit picking. Blueberries and raspberries are both currently in season and I’m eating them every day. Today I made blueberry apricot muffins, yesterday I had a yogurt parfait. Who knows what I could make next?
Watch Tour de France coverage. I think Rudi is delighted in my interest this year…
Knit on my Tour de France knit-along project. Originally a sweater, it’s now a pair of socks. Yeah, I was surprised, too.
Read, preferably outside. I currently have three or four books going, so I don’t feel like it’s unreasonable to finish at least one of them.
Bike a bit or swim — both days.
Pay bills. It’s that weekend of the month.
Clean. It’s only one word, but it’s such a big task. The mess has gotten out of hand and I’m pretty sure it’s now procreating and making lots more little messes. But this is supposed to be the last temperate weekend of the summer, so I refuse to spend any of the nice parts inside. Cleaning will only happen after dark or when it’s rainy or too humid to be comfortable outside anymore. Hmmm… That sounds kind of defeatist from the outset, doesn’t it? Too bad!
Congratulations are in order to my best and oldest friend, Karen, for bringing a dear baby into the world on Thursday afternoon.
I have not asked permission to post this snippet of a picture Michael sent me of his new son, but I hope they will forgive an aunty for being proud and wanting to share his sweetness:
A couple weeks ago, as you may recall, I was desperate to bake up some goodies involving the first two spring fruits — strawberries and rhubarb. Jenn suggested I try cupcakes first, which was just as well because Rachel of Coconut & Lime was marking her fifth blogiversary with a contest involving her recipes.
