My week, in snippets:<\/p>\n
Up earlier on a Saturday to fill water barrels at the garden than I am to go to work during the week.<\/p>\n
Rudi’s away for the weekend, but he’s left me a container of sesame noodles to eat for dinner, so I don’t have to scrounge.<\/p>\n
I follow it up by baking the half-roll of Gramma cookies that didn’t go to Dad.<\/p>\n
Sleep in the middle of the bed.<\/p>\n
Farmers’ market: lots of fruit. An almond-plum muffin with strong tea for brunch.<\/p>\n
Hot and humid, but there is one person’s worth of shade over the benches in front of Teaism. No one else joins me outside.<\/p>\n
A brief, strong rainstorm brings no rainbow, but does bring Rudi home.<\/p>\n
We sit at Starbucks as the sun goes down. Rudi talks about the weekend’s rides and festivities while I knit on a sock.<\/p>\n
A weekend’s effort brings The Woman in White<\/em> to a conclusion after nearly three months in progress.<\/p>\n Monday brings disappointment from a deferred deadline.<\/p>\n We seek consolation by watching Gentlemen Prefer Blondes<\/em> on a screen down on the Mall and eating a picnic. The sky is pink and the Capitol gleams bright white. The tomatoes are sweet. My grape juice is fizzy. The crowd applauds.<\/p>\n A mid-week watering trip to the garden nets a two-color summer squash, two black cherry tomatoes, and three red chili peppers.<\/p>\n Just a smidgen of rain and the weather cools off to the mid-80s. So pleasant.<\/p>\n A late lunch at the farmers’ market offers me a lassi, a mushroom empanada, a cherry muffin, and a container of raspberries. I carry a bouquet of zinnias back to the office to split with some coworkers.<\/p>\n It’s nearly twilight when I leave the office to walk home. The sky is violet and the clouds on the horizon an inky indigo.<\/p>\n We are all running late, but I am still the first to arrive at the Yards. I get a scoop of blueberry white chocolate ice cream and people watch. Eventually, Rudi, John, and Nicole join me. We sit on a blanket for drinks in the dark and later head out for pizza.<\/p>\n Curling up on the couch with a book while I wait for some delicates soaking in the sink causes an hour to fly past unnoticed. I tell myself “Just one more chapter” over and over and over again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My week, in snippets: Up earlier on a Saturday to fill water barrels at the garden than I am to go to work during the week. Rudi’s away for the weekend, but he’s left me a container of sesame noodles to eat for dinner, so I don’t have to scrounge. I follow it up by […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3492","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n