It’s Monday again, friends, and here we are in this new normal. When I think about weekends now I am reminded of Maggie Smith in Downton Abbey asking . . . what is a weekend? Because right now our weekends don’t feel all that different from our week days. We did manage to do some things, though.
On Friday we set up our deck furniture. Never have we ever set it up in March but it was warm and I got inspired. And honestly, if we’re going to be home together so much, well, a new place to go is not a bad idea. We had Friday Night Snacks out there, which was fun, and it’s been raining ever since, which is not so fun.
On Saturday I visited my favorite local nursery and I got some pansies for our window boxes. They are small right now but they will grow and those cheery little faces do my heart good even if I can’t see them from inside just yet.
We also got take out from one of our regular local places and it was nice to get a break from cooking dinner. In a brilliant move I also ordered buffalo chicken wings to heat up for Sunday night cocktail hour.
On Sunday I fried up some local eggs for breakfast. And we took a drive to the library for me to grab some paperwork I need for working from home. We also drove through Plymouth and I have to say it was sad to see the restaurants and shops all closed. A Sunday afternoon in that town would usually be bustling and we would have stopped somewhere for a drink and an appetizer before heading home. There has been so much planned for the 400th celebration of the founding of Plymouth, I can’t imagine what’s even happening with those plans.
And that was my weekend, in summary. How did you do adjusting to life in the time of coronavirus?