I've come to realize that I tend to blog less when I'm out doing awesome things because, well, I'm off doing awesome things, and at the end of a day full of awesomeness, I'm done. It's time for bed - or maybe for falling asleep on the couch, contact lenses still in, swimsuit still on.
So when I sat down tonight, I was thinking about how our last two days were filled with worry and chaos - high fevers followed by long lists of tasks that needed attending, today's to-do's stacked high atop yesterday's. I was thinking about how I lost my patience with Jules when he squirted me in the face with a turtle "squirt toy" (I try to avoid using the word "gun" for this thing) for the second time, how my tolerance for kids putzing around was, tonight, at an all time low.
But then I realized the bias of my blogging and instead, decided that letting a most spectacular weekend going unrecorded would be a shame. And, indeed, I had a most spectacular weekend.
Blue skies and light winds marked the days; the temperature couldn't be more perfect, and our great friends the Bevans were in from Boston. We took full advantage of this sweet situation: eating grass-fed burgers at Bread & Butter Farm, riding bikes to the Farmer's Market, stopping for crepes at Skinny Pancake. There were adults' nights out, too: the guys made the Church Street rounds on Friday; Amy and I sipped drinks and shared soft cheeses at the Farmhouse on Saturday, then headed to Ri's for a low-key girls' gathering. (Dads and kids toasted marshmallows in the fire pit and slept in tents out back.) We all biked to a chill fishing spot on Sunday and spent the afternoon scouting smooth stones and swimming at North Beach.
Just writing this relaxes me. Life is good.