I struggled with this week’s Top Ten Tuesday topic, Ten Book Titles That Would Make Great Song Titles, from That Artsy Reader Girl but I got there in the end. Here are ten from my TBR list:

1. The 10 P.M. Question
2. Always Emily
3. West of the Moon
4. This Is Not a Love Story (I feel like Taylor Swift may have already written this one…
5. Swing Sideways
6. One Last Stop
7. No Place to Fall
8. Love You, Hate You
9. Last Night in Montreal
10. I’m Not Hanging Noodles on Your Ears (obviously, a song for kids)

While I did yank out the flowering weeds that had gone past in my garden (I leave them for the pollinators at a certain point), I discovered my post-sunset harvesting of tomatoes last week was a little slipshod. I found four big tomatoes (the fourth one may have been discovered after I broke the branch it was on, so it came home with me) as well as several smaller ones of varying sizes. Since this week, at least, is due to be unseasonably warm and sunny for much of it, I suggested they all think ripening thoughts and we’d revisit things next weekend.

In addition to time in the garden and at the White House, I also got in two Coffeeneuring bike rides (I’m excited to tell you about them in a couple days, because one of them included a new twist on a favorite drink), trips to the farmers market and the grocery store (to buy myself laundry detergent and flowers), and the penultimate concert in the park for the season.

I also had both a video chat and an audio chat with friends, which was nice.

I did a (very) little cleaning in the kitchen and a little knitting and a bunch of sleeping and may have watched The Avengers and SNL and acceptance speeches instead of reading. This week, though, I need to get my act in gear in terms of cooking and cleaning and the pursuit of laundry money, or else Rudi’s going to return from Salt Lake and wonder what I’ve been doing with my time. (Bon bons, Rudi, eating bon bons…)

It was a good day. I was awakened shortly before noon by pot banging in the neighborhood, which quickly escalated to cheers, horn honking, and, eventually fireworks. The emotion everywhere was jubilant and contagious and if we weren’t living amidst a pandemic might have involved strangers hugging.

I biked down to Black Lives Matter Plaza and the White House earlier tonight to see the crowd down there. You may have heard Trump built up the wall to “protect” himself; it just gave folks a bigger canvas. There was dancing and more fireworks and champagne bottles being popped and whole families out so kids could be a part of this historic day.

It was a good day.

I’m so tired all the time now that I’m tempted to just write “sleep” here and call it good enough. But it’s not! Because then I would wake up on Monday, refreshed and pissed off at missing what’s promising to be a glorious weekend with clear skies and temperatures in the mid-70s.

So, while it can be on the list, it can’t make up the entirety of it.

I already started the weekend by finishing my book at the park, getting pizza for supper, and buying cat food.

Here’s what I’m thinking:

• Get out early and see if the local bank will give me quarters (I don’t have an account with them), or if I have to keep begging farmers for them at the market. Stupid coin shortage! I want to be able to wash and dry towels (15 quarters) without having to think about it.
• Pull all the denuded tomato vines out of the garden. I’m tempted to leave those with flowers on them for another week or two, but that’s probably silly… I will leave the pepper plants, because I think I left tiny peppers behind. I may also dig up my potatoes, but maybe I’ll let those go another week, too.
• Go for two Coffeeneuring bike rides.
• Chat with friends on a video call.
• Attend a concert in the park.
• Find and deposit the four checks I have in the Burrow. (“Find” makes it sound like I don’t absolutely know where they are; three are in the pile of papers next to me here and one is on the table because I was using it as a bookmark in the house.) Also, pay bills.
• Turn the heel of my sock.
• Finish cleaning up the kitchen.
• Buy myself flowers.
• Make a quiche and roast some vegetables for later in the week’s suppers, so I don’t have another burnt lentil mush at midnight incident.
• Read another book.
• Sleep. (See? Still on the list.)

What are you hoping to get to this weekend?

Three beautiful things from my past week:

1. More people voted in this election than ever before. And even though it was not a clear repudiation of the appalling lack of leadership and compassion at the national level the way I’d hoped there’d be, there were bright, bright spots, with the possibility (::fingers crossed!::) of at least one more to come.

2. I’ve gotten outside for a short walk two sunny mornings this week.

3. Thai food takeout (panang curry and veggie spring rolls) for Election Night supper.

How about you? What’s been beautiful in your world lately?

By this point in the week, I’d expected to be done with Brandy Colbert’s The Voting Booth, a book about two Black teens on Election Day. But I hadn’t counted on being swallowed alive by work or fighting off the anxiety of the election with evening naps. Silly me! I should have expected that!

I’m also surprised to still find myself (just) on this side of the heel of my sock. I’d planned on turning the heel last night (instead of working) and then working on the foot during the four-hour phone call I was doing that presentation for. The one that got canceled this morning. Good for the work I needed to do, but not good for my knitting.

Hopefully by this weekend I’ll be done with both. I’ve got other things waiting impatiently on the sideline.

Head over to As Kat Knits to see how others are spending their knitting and reading time.