Notes From Saturday

5-8:30 am: Living room, snuggling, Sun.

8:30-10: Hubby wakes up, coffee, looking out dining room windows at rain.

10-10:30: Playing outside in rain--magic of children is childhood reborn.

10:30-12:30: Farmer's Market in the rain, I carried the heavy baby frame backpack, biggest pumpkin of them all!=us :D, asian pear=half apple, half pear, yum.

12:30-2:30: Home from market, Hubby to help friend move piano, Sun down for a nap, Me lunch, coffee, read, tidy.

2:30-3:30: Sun up just as I started to get into cleaning. I stop, we chill, we sing, I say: want to hear these songs on CD? Go find CD from Grandma, never listened to, nursery rhymes. Turns out to rock! I give him random nursery rhyme board book and cup of goldfish crackers in hallway by CD player. He sits, mesmerized, for 45 minutes. I clean cheerfully around him, whole house clean!

4:30-6: Hubby home, snack, discuss, go for walk in neighborhood, hard hills for over an hour, we have lived just over a year here in our hilly, tree-lined, upstate NY neighborhood. I like it.

6-8: Hubby makes pizza, Sun wanders and plays between us, I rearrange furniture to put a couch in our dining room. I have a feeling I will love this couch in our dining room. Hubby to buy wine, I put Sun down to bed.

8-10: Glass of syrah, slice of cheese and mushroom, side of conversation with an extra dose of daydreams, please, served sitting on the couch in the dining room.



The couch in the dining room is the resting place between who we are and who we want to be. When I sit on the couch in the dining room, I can see my future unfold in the hallway mirror while "It's Raining, It's Pouring, the Old Man is Snoring" sings from the speakers on either side. I love that song. But it's really just singing from one speaker. The other one is broken. This is who I am. It's also who I want to be. Saturday is a resting place between who we are and who we want to be. Saturdays we are who we want to be, if only because we let ourselves forget about both for a little while.