While I have carried knitting with me a bunch of places, I’ve done nothing else with it this week. So I’m not going to bother showing you this week’s lack of progress on any of those three (!) projects.

I have, however, been reading.

Here are the four books I’m currently working on in paper:

I mentioned that Rudi found Peter Mayle’s final collection of essays at the book sale on Sunday. I’m loathe to rush through them because, well, he’s dead and no more will be coming. I love his humor and count A Year in Provence as one of my favorite books of all times. (And one I’d been thinking of re-reading in the near future.)

I bought Elizabeth McCracken’s Bowlaway at the start of this spring after Rudi mentioned hearing about a book that featured candlepin bowling in Massachusetts at the outset of the 20th century on NPR while driving home from the ski hill. She was reading locally soon after that and I noted how many people at the event enthused about her style. (I felt bad; I’d never heard of her.) The Tournament of Books is running a summer edition, Camp ToB, with several books I’m actually interested in, so I pulled it out earlier this week, and have proceeded to attempt to read aloud to anyone sitting still in my proximity clever turns of phrases, gems of sentences, and even whole paragraphs. (As an aside, isn’t it interesting how reading aloud, particularly to other adults, is such an intimate act, yet we really don’t value it as such? Here is something that nuzzles my soul, we say; I hope you will find it moving in a similar fashion.)

I started Emergency Contact last week and, to be honest, I’ve found the beginning a little slow to get started, and I would give up on it soon if my friend Jenn didn’t rave about it so. Our two main characters have finally just had their first solo encounter, so I’m hopeful that it’s about to pick up.

Finally, I had a day today and at 7:30 finally headed out into the beautiful evening to read at the cafe for a bit. I needed fun and familiar and pulled the latest Discreet Retrieval Agency novel out of my library bag to keep me company. Lola and Bertha (and dog Cedric) are up in Vermont on a case that’s gone pear-shaped just before Christmas. You may remember that I read the third book in the series, Come Hell or Highball, earlier this spring, and I don’t usually like to binge series. But I requested it from the library and it came in quickly and … well, it was what I needed tonight, so I’m glad it was at hand.

Would you like to see what other people are reading and hear about how they actually work on their knitting, rather than shifting it from one bag to another? Head to As Kat Knits for her weekly roundup.

When I’m working at the park, this is often what my kit looks like.

Obviously the laptop, which is hooked up to my cell phone hotspot to provide internet, is the most crucial item.

I bring a thermos of tea and a bottle of chilled water and a snack/lunch for sustenance. Today, it was peanut butter and graham crackers. Sometimes it’s yogurt. Other times it’s a bagel.

For protection and comfort, I have sunglasses, sunscreen, and bug spray (although I try to sit at a picnic table under the trees and they spray for mosquitoes at the park, but that doesn’t stop the no-see-ums from chewing on me).

And there’s reading material (and, inside the wicker tote, headphones and a knitting project), although none of that is guaranteed to be used. But it makes me feel better about things.

When you work outside (in your backyard, maybe, if you have one), what do you always have with you?

The coffee house with the best late evening exposure (and the nicest baristas) near us has created some beautiful planter boxes to demarcate their outdoor seating area. They’re filled with cheerful and colorful plants like petra croton and purple heart and flowering plants. Today it rained off and on, but eventually the skies cleared and Rudi and I headed over to the cafe to read away the final 90 minutes of daylight.

While there, I noticed the purple hearts were filled with water and that the water was filled with rooftops. (You’ll need to click through to Flickr and zoom in if you want to see the latter.)

I love seeing the world contained in a single drop of water.

While yesterday was a bit of a letdown, with the job search getting in the way of having fun, today was far better.

It started with a trip to the farmers market. No raspberries to be seen, but we bought both cherries and strawberries.

We watched Nadal win the French Open and the English women beat the Scots.

We tried a new ice cream shop.

We headed up to the bookstore and, thanks to a gift certificate from my brother, came home with a new cookbook and new music and a new Peter Mayle collection.

I harvested my first (tiny) tomato from the garden in the mist and sorted out my greens and brought home herbs for supper (eggs, roasted new potatoes with rosemary, and the first green beans of the market season, cooked with herbes de Provence we bought on our trip to the region a decade ago).

The day concluded with The Tonys and strawberries and cream and some late night reading.

It was a good weekend.

How was yours?

When I was out on Thursday, I stopped at Trader Joe’s and they had just gotten in an enormous and gorgeous shipment of pink peonies. A bouquet was slightly more than I would have paid under normal circumstances, but it was clear they were fresh and they looked likely to last for several days. And, honestly, they were just so colorful and I knew they’d be beautiful when they opened, which they are.

This week has been Pride Week in D.C., which will culminate tomorrow with our annual parade, which starts just down the street from the Burrow, and in which Rudi will be participating with his colleagues.

Here’s what I’m hoping the weekend includes:

• Watching some of the parade. This is the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots, which helped coalesce the movement, so it seems appropriate to acknowledge it. (Did you know that in Germany (or maybe just Berlin, which is where my new friend is from), they call their Pride parade the Christopher Street parade, in honor of the street where the Stonewall Inn is located?)
• Swimming. Tomorrow is the last we’ll see of the sun for a few days, so it seems like a good idea to take advantage of it. But this is also the last week the pool will only be open on weekends, so at least I’ll soon be able to take more advantage of it.
• Sending out some resumes.
• Cleaning the apartment. Vacuuming, clearing out the fridge, emptying the cat boxes, and dealing with the bathroom are all on the list.
• Doing laundry.
• Buying limeade so we can make daiquiris, although to be fair, it looks like Sunday might be more of a make a pot of tea kind of day instead.
• Shopping at one of our local bookstore’s quarterly member sales — we plan to buy a cookbook we loved from the library and will peruse our favorite sections.
• Heading to the farmers market on the early side. I’ve missed out on milk the past two weeks. Plus, it sounds like cherries and raspberries might be available to the early risers.
• Reading. At least 20 minutes a day. But preferably many more.
• Watching sports — either baseball or women’s World Cup soccer — and the Tonys (the only award show I particularly care for).
• Tending to the garden. I need to get beans and some onions in the ground and need to stay on top of my greens so they don’t completely bolt.
• Visiting the library. I should probably finish a book or two so I can trade them for the holds waiting for me.

How about you? What’s on tap for your weekend?