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!
4 comments:
It was a lovely weekend, indeed.
Sounds wonderful! Give me peace over activity anytime. And yes, nice neighbors make life in the city much more pleasant. My neighbors, Chris and Stan, are great neighbors as well as great friends and we always have fun together. They are like a well-oiled comedy team - funny as all get out - and my face is always sore from laughing so much after we get together. Plus, we watch out for each other and watch each other's houses. It's rare to have neighbors you can trust with a key to your house.
True! I've always wanted neighbors like that. Looks I got my wish!
So good to read that you had a wonderful weekend,
kind neighbors included! I miss my old neighborhood in DC terribly, the neighbors here are kind, but distant. It seems to be true that all those coffee houses are there to avoid meeting people in your own home. I can still feel my neighbor Sue's cup of freshly brewed coffee in my hands.
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