Saturday in Slow Motion

Did I mention I HAVE NO MORE WORK WEEKENDS UNTIL THE END OF SEPTEMBER (ok, not totally true I think there are two weekends this summer, but I’m not counting.)

Ahhhhhhh. And to celebrate, I’m taking the weekend off for me me me me. Me. Selfish me. Heaven.

I went to bed late and woke up late and walked over to the Farmer’s Market where I picked up some loot.

No, I did not bring home a little girl or a large ceramic cow but I thought the picture was adorable.

Brought home a few basics.

And, um, wine from Liberty Vineyards located in my hometown of Sheridan, NY. (Pi Sisters LOOK!—It’s called DIAMOND!)

And a painting by Zena. And a brand new journal and book of short stories from Talking Leaves. Oops.

I hardly had my pants off when the FedEx man arrived delivering my new bookcase. (Desk and pantry to follow!) Better fuel up! Who knew they made super-large Mike’s Lemonade in cans?

(Aside: this box weighed 35 pounds and felt like 100. Note, I need to lose much more than 35 pounds but my goodness I wonder what it would be to feel THAT MUCH LIGHTER must journal about this in that new happy karma book I bought.)

Voila!

Instead of putting the bookshelf to good use along with my new shelves that the landlord put up in my bedroom on Friday (in place of a closet) I took a nap. A long, mid-afternoon hazy, lazy nap.

And just woke up a bit ago to the sounds of my Sasha Kitten wanting to come inside.

Excellent people watching window. And excellent breeze as well. I’m a lucky girl. Plus how adorable is Sasha Kitten just waiting patiently for mama?

Now, now…maybe I’ll get on that organizing.

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