Normally, our weekends are scheduled around
music gigs, and while we definitely enjoy this aspect of our lives (otherwise we wouldn't do it, right?), this past weekend was our one gig free weekend of the summer, and we found ourselves very happy doing a whole lot of nothing.
It was largely the sort of "nothing" that consists of creek wading, ice cream making, and firefly catching, highlighted by long, meandering walks followed up by even longer afternoon naps. In short, it was pretty much bliss.
We did manage to do a few productive things, and even have some fun in the process. There is always wood to be stacked, bread to be baked, and mountains of squash right now to be blanched and put in the freezer. But, of course, chores like that hardly count as work, when done with willing hearts and hands.
We also found ourselves reveling in the afterglow of
Friday's news, and dreaming about the new addition to our family we'll meet before too long. Kate continues to talk enthusiastically about her brother, and I alternate between dreamy reveries of sweet baby toes and snuggly blue blankets and the more practical aspects of welcoming a new baby that will involve a whole lot of unpacking and repacking the storage shed and the inevitable rearranging and organizing of furniture, drawers, and closets. But, of course, there's still plenty of time for all that. So I shall continue to say until all of a sudden it's November, and I'm sorting baby socks at three in the morning. All in good time. :)
Normally, our weekends are scheduled around music gigs, and while we definitely enjoy this aspect of our lives (otherwise we wouldn't do it, right?), this past weekend was our one gig free weekend of the summer, and we found ourselves very happy doing a whole lot of nothing.
It was largely the sort of "nothing" that consists of creek wading, ice cream making, and firefly catching, highlighted by long, meandering walks followed up by even longer afternoon naps. In short, it was pretty much bliss.
We did manage to do a few productive things, and even have some fun in the process. There is always wood to be stacked, bread to be baked, and mountains of squash right now to be blanched and put in the freezer. But, of course, chores like that hardly count as work, when done with willing hearts and hands.
We also found ourselves reveling in the afterglow of Friday's news, and dreaming about the new addition to our family we'll meet before too long. Kate continues to talk enthusiastically about her brother, and I alternate between dreamy reveries of sweet baby toes and snuggly blue blankets and the more practical aspects of welcoming a new baby that will involve a whole lot of unpacking and repacking the storage shed and the inevitable rearranging and organizing of furniture, drawers, and closets. But, of course, there's still plenty of time for all that. So I shall continue to say until all of a sudden it's November, and I'm sorting baby socks at three in the morning. All in good time. :)
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