In an earlier post I mentioned a New York Times article that discussed languishing and flourishing during lockdown times and I mentioned I was flourishing and, for the most part of the past year, felt much the same. No languishing for me!
But the past few weeks have been off kilter with my back issues, physical therapy and really never being comfortable. That combination led me to that very heavy-sigh spot more often than I'd like. So, with the long weekend, one would think "what fun!" I won't go all that far but it had its moments.
There was the delicious quiche I pulled together for dinner -- a pre-weekend treat. This was spinach/mushroom/onion/feta and was delicious, served with hash browns. Rick isn't a big fan of eggs at dinner but he heartily enjoyed this one. (I took two or three different spinach quiche recipes and messed around with them, but all had four eggs and a cup or close to it of milk and lots of cheese. I just kept adding things. I hope I can remember what I did!)
The weather wasn't scheduled to be good and it was pretty nippy early on (but warmed later in the weekend.) I enjoyed a lovely walk around the Ditch. The waterlilies are starting to come out.
I have to admit, I love them, looking like polka dots atop more polka dogs, just floating along.
There wasn't much wildlife on tap but this fellow was carting around a nut almost as big as his head.
And, he found a spot to bury it deep!
I made cookies, finished a book and started another, potted what felt like a million plants and made time to do a little bit of sketching.
This one might evolve into a watercolor sometime soon.
We were so excited to expect the kids for lunch, eager for those hugs only a toddler can give. Along with the cookies, I made a pasta salad, Rick was ready to grill that toddler favorite, hot dogs, and we were on pins and needles, awaiting their arrival. When they didn't show we thought they might be late, traveling down from their grandparents up north. Finally Rick checked the phone, only to find messages wondering where we were! They were at the lake -- we forgot to tell them we stayed home. We were deeply disappointed, after looking so forward to it. Next time we'll be more specific! But, with that canceled, we went off to plant the cemetery flowers.
This year, the VA couldn't get volunteers to put flags at the veteran graves but we found a fellow from the office who had a whole box of them and were able to get them for my dad's and uncle's graves.
With all that food leftover from the aborted lunch, we called friends Mike and Kate and enjoyed a lovely Memorial Day cookout on the patio. It was a good end to a quiet weekend.
Well, almost the end. I came home, worked on my jigsaw puzzle for a bit while watching an episode of "Vera," and finally hit bed. About a half hour into it, I was awakened by Lizzie, with whom I'll often play a game we call "Attack My Foot, Attack My Hand." I will move my foot or hand under the blankets and she will leap on it! However, at the moment, I wasn't aware of moving. That said, with my back issues, I'm sometimes a bit more unsettled. I just turned over and let her play and fell asleep.
I know. Ewwww. When I awoke, I realized, it wasn't my foot she was playing with. Yes, I was proud of her. And, thanks to several friends who know more about vintage quilts than I (including Panoply's Rita!) I now have the quilt and its stains soaking in the bathtub. It may be a lost cause. Like the mouse.
And on that note, I bid you farewell for another day! I'll let you know how the quilt comes out!