Weekending
Ready for another weekend recap in words and photos? Here we go.
First, I’m here to tell you that while sourdough bread is fantastic right out of the oven, it’s also excellent toasted. Add some peanut butter, honey and a sprinkle of cayenne pepper and it’s a delicious spicy treat for breakfast on a Friday.
On Friday afternoon we set out our #WeAreEBStrong signs in front of our house. These signs were designed by my friend Rose and they are being sold for $15 each through our Kiwanis club; all the proceeds are going to the two food pantries in our town. It’s a wonderful thing and I’m proud to be a part of this. And no, we are not Minnesota Vikings fans, it just so happens that our school mascot is a viking.
I started Saturday by joining my friends for meditation and reiki once again. I look forward to this all week long and I go up to my studio because while I’m on Zoom for this, Dale is FaceTiming with Jackie so they can watch Jack Hanna together. I’m explaining to give this photo a point of reference . . . I took it after our meditation practice and it shows not just the view out my window but also the green of the maple tree buds. It’s my favorite green in the whole world, friends.
It was a beautiful day and I spent the afternoon on the deck doing some visible mending on this pair of torn blue jeans. I have to say, I really like how this looks. My stitches are kind of crooked and uneven but I don’t even mind because it’s just cool. And I only stuck myself with that super sharp needle 100 times. Heh.
We were able to have cocktail hour outside and when I looked up I was captivated by the clouds in the sky. That white circle on the left is the moon and the thing that looks like a graduation mortar board is one of our outdoor heaters.
Sunday was another glorious day but my mood did not fit the weather. I haven’t been able to pinpoint it just yet but there’s something about Sundays right now that make me feel blue and out of sorts. I’m working on leaning in to that feeling and figuring out where it’s coming from and why it happens on Sundays. I did shake it off, though, with a little cry, a hug from Dale, a FaceTime with Jackie, and a stroll through my front garden to admire the daffodils.
And that’s my weekend recap. I hope yours was a good one, too.
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You manage a well used weekend even when weekends seem a little less weekend-ish. I suspect that less weekend-ish is part of those Sunday blues, too. You seem to genuinely enjoy your work and feel the value of your work. Those things are out of kilter now and it makes the last bits of Sunday weekending less enjoyable. At least that’s what seems to be happening at our house. And I’ve heard newly retired people express some of the phenomena also. Maybe if you can identify whatever it is for you it will make it better.
PS Your boro work is very cool.
I have found Sunday to be an “out of sorts” day in my house as well. I have not pin-pointed the cause either, but boy… makes for an unwelcome day. XO
Love your visible mending and that Jack and Jackie watch Jack Hanna together! Sorry about the Sunday thing, but I hope your week ahead is a good one.
(Whoops, I meant Dale.)
I love these glimpses into your weekend (though now I am craving peanut butter toast even though I just ate breakfast). I hear you on the Sunday blues, and I have to wonder if it’s a bit of grief that we know we aren’t going back to work the next morning. I used to get bummed on Sunday evening because it was the end of the weekend and I knew I’d have to go back to work the next day. Isn’t it weird to think that I miss that?
I did some of that needle sticking, uh, I mean visibly mending his weekend too. I think this was my first Sunday when I didn’t chase the blues all day but I know what you mean.
Oh boy – peanut butter on toast with a bit of honey and cayenne pepper sounds so good! I am finding Sundays to be a bit off too…almost a confused feeling. Weird.
I have always had that Sunday-kind-of-feeling — even before the pandemic changed everything so much. Sunday feels like . . . an ending somehow. Maybe that feels even MOREso now? Like . . . too much a reminder of what we’ve “lost?” Interesting to ponder. I love toasted sourdough bread so much. That looks like the best treat, Carole! Here’s to a week full of good things. XOXO
I really like your visible mending, Carole. Sundays have always been a bad day for me. Don’t know why. Surely there is a psychological reason. I am going to have to do some research. Have a great Monday! We have 6 days before the next Sunday – LOL!
EB = East Bridgewater?
I totally lost it Sunday morning, full scale temper tantrum with yelling and throwing around papers – for only the second time in our long marriage-with-children life! It got the results that weeks, nay years, of kindness, tact, and consideration did not. So there!
I love the stitching on the jeans–what a cool mending job! Sorry you stuck your fingers, though. I also felt a little out of sorts yesterday. I wonder what it was about Sunday?
I’m putting cayenne on my sunbutter toast today! Stitching through thick fabric is hard on the hands (in part because of poky needles), but so rewarding when done! I love the stitching on your patch!
Love the visable mending! I’ve never been a big fan of post 4:00 Sunday as like Kym said…it’s the end. I think it’s even harder now knowing we’re heading into another week of THIS! The weather this weekend was certainly good for the soul though.
Nice work on the patch, Carole! and I’m so glad Spring has finally arrived for y’all. Here’s to making the best of another week … hopefully one week closer to being a different kind of week! (I did see you started it with avocado toast and a coffee and maybe if that can be a new thing it might take a little sting out of Sunday?)
PB, honey and cayenne pepper-hmmm. That’s a combo I’ve never thought of before! I not only stick myself frequently when stitching, but tend to leave a little DNA in every quilt I make. . .