Quiet Weekend

22 Tuesday May 2012

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Sometimes there is a sweet simplicity to being a family of two (or three if you consider the non-contributing, four-pawed, fur-child who lives with us): simple, quiet weekends. Though, occasionally what at first pass seems simple can grow a fringe of busyness, seemingly out of nowhere.

Last Friday I thought to myself, Oh goody! This Saturday I’ll spend the day cooking for the Boston Food Swap on Sunday, and also I’ll get a haircut. Then, on Sunday, I’ll hang with friends at a brunch potluck and go to the Food Swap.

Simple. Meandering. Quiet. Sort of.

Saturday:
10 AM Paul Gore Street Yard Sale
12 Noon Lunch at Blue Nile Cafe in Hyde Square
2 PM Book Sale at our local library branch (oops, missed it!)
3 PM – Midnight Bake bread, prep contribution for Sunday’s brunch

Sunday:
9 AM Bake gluten-free vanilla scones for brunch
11 AM Drop off 35mm film
12 Noon-2 PM Potluck brunch
2 PM Race out door to Food Swap (luckily find ride)
2:30-4 PM Attend Boston Food Swap with friend
5 PM Clean house
7 PM Go to the movies with D (a rarity!)

Local Maple Sequel

15 Tuesday May 2012

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city-farm, food-n-cookin

What we did with all that local maple syrup . . .

Golden brown, gluten-free pancakes courtesy of our good friend Heather. Pancake flipping skills and strawberry slicing courtesy of our friend Alice. Tea and fair trade coffee brewing courtesy of my partner David. Local syrup courtesy of Natick Community Organic Farm.

Our Apartment and The Orange Wall

01 Tuesday May 2012

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color, trees

Although I’m quick to dispute the concept of love-at-first-sight when it comes to romance, I’m oddly content to announce its existence in other, more mundane aspects of life. Such as scoring a new job, or apartment.

Case in point: my home of three and half years that I share with partner, cat, a number of not-quite-thriving plants, and some moss in a jar. Sunny, but not sun-filled (much to the rue of the plants); colorful, but not overwhelming: this is a place that has been loved long before we arrived.

I love it now, in part because, surrounded by just the right number of tall, thin trees, it gives the appearance of height, yet also the feeling of safety, of being tucked away. And oh, how lovely the paint color-choices of an occupant past. How compelling that deep orange wall.