Jason and I spent Saturday doing the king of all weekend activities. Pottering. I pottered around in the morning drinking coffee and eating watermelon, I pottered at lunchtime (still in pjs) searching online for dresses to wear to the weddings we’re going to this summer, and I pottered all afternoon doing laundry, tidying up the house and making rhubarb icecream. On Saturdays Jason takes Teddy out to training classes, so I get a few lovely hours home alone all to myself. It always surprises me how much I treasure having time to myself at the weekends, even though I work from home all week either solo or with just Ted for company. That’s being an introvert, for you…
Update on the dress hunt and first foray into icecream-making? The dress hunt went well. I bought three. Only two were strictly necessary. The third was for the day *after* the wedding, and that’s how I’m justifying it. Icecream…hmm. The flavour was delicious, but the texture wasn’t quite right. I don’t know if the rhubarb compote could have done with being sieved, or if no-churn icecream is always slightly denser than its churned counterpart, or maybe it was a combination of both. I think I’m going to ask Mum for her ice-cream maker (she’s had it for two years and has yet to open the box, so won’t miss it! ;) and have another go.
On Saturday night Jase said those oh so magic words…’Do you fancy doing something different tonight?’ My response was ‘uhhh…always!’ We looked into going to the cinema to see Monsters University or Despicable Me 2 (because we like intellectually stimulating films, clearly), but since we were too late to catch the final showings, we decided to have a movie night instead. There’s not much that can make a movie night complete with popcorn, candles, and pyjamas better than a good storm, and storm there was. Heaven in a small suburban living room, right there.
Sunday was soldier Joe’s 21st birthday, so we spent the day at Jason’s Mum’s celebrating! All of Jason’s cousins were there with their children, including 11 week old Callen. He was a darling, and the most mellow baby I’ve ever met. I think my heart just about exploded watching Jase hold him, you know? And would you just look at those sweet, scrunched up toes? Sigh…
p.s. I discovered Flora’s wonderful blog yesterday, and oh my goodness is her writing beautiful. She made made me want to try and place more focus on my own writing, rather than allow myself to get comfortable and just rely on photographs to make a ‘good’ blog post…if such a thing exists. Then I found Meg’s post on blogging and writing, and…wow. So here we have it. Fewer photos, and more words. Not as well constructed or eloquent as the words by these two talented ladies, but more words nonetheless. What do you think?
