At my age, the perfect weekend is not about going somewhere, doing something, or keeping busy. It's about staying home, doing whatever I want when and if I feel like it, and being relaxed. I remember the days when a weekend was a complete dud if I wasn't out dancing both Friday and Saturday nights and partying on Sunday. That was a lot of fun and I regret nothing, but I'm enjoying life just as much now that I've slowed down a bit.
This weekend could not have been more perfect. Nettl and I did nothing but giggle and talk, and spend time together. She cross-stitched a Celtic knot and I read and worked crosswords. On Saturday afternoon I laid out an English tea and that evening we had a "picnic without ants" by candlelight, listening to Mozart. On Sunday she grilled while I raked oak leaves and acorns off of the drive.
Two of our neighbors came over on Saturday, Matt (who is a professor in the theater department at the university) to introduce himself and give us a standing ovation to his front porch where he likes to drink wine, and Ray (who is a typical Okie type) to tell me that if I ever need to use any of his yard tools, just let him know. Nettl also talked to the girl across the street, Maisha, who bought a bicycle from us last week. Good people. It's good to have neighbors who are friendly.
More weekends like this, please!