Two weekends.
July 20-21
Friday: Saw amazing documentary. Mostly to be somewhere air conditioned.
Daylily farm. Took my friend Christine. Thought that I could live vicariously through her, and thereby keep myself to buying one daylily.
Bought four.
Then farmer's market.
Then Williamstown.
Pygmalion. And then saw that it was the last weekend for Hapgood, a Tom Stoppard play at the smaller venue. It was sold out, but I managed to get a ticket. It pays to go alone, every now and then...
And then the weather turned. And the Northeast was again liveable.
So after church, I baked. For the first time in a long time.
I've wanted to make macarons forever, and the "I'm not going to do any real work" weekend seemed the right time. Plus, there's the Bravetart site, Stella's writing will help you overcome any and all trepidation.
Most of mine came out cracked (I didn't whack the cookie sheets enough to get the air bubbles out of the batter). But really, who cares? They tasted great. I used the bravetart recipe. And they were really really good.
July 27-28
And then there was this weekend. Fine, but the one where you have to live the consequences of your actions.
Like, planting those four daylilies. Going to the post office. Doing laundry. Catching up on office stuff. Doing church stuff. Cleaning out the seminary closet. You know, THOSE weekends.
People ask where I'm going to go on vacation this summer. If I can have vacation-like weekends just once a month, then that's enough. For now. Because it's a lot easier to catch up on weekends than it is on a week. You know?