Because I was en route back from Albany — and up to my eyeballs in reading — I missed writing my three beautiful things post last Monday. So, that means this week will be a special double issue. Magazines do this periodically, so I can too, right? I do have a feeling that, as I start writing this out, my mini-vacation may take up more than half the items in the list, but I can live with that.
(And yeah, I started writing this yesterday but didn’t finish. Sigh.)
1. Linc & Michele’s party was even more fun than I had expected it would be. I had a great time catching up with friends — and, in many cases, meeting their kids. Not to be overly dramatic (Me? Never!), it was everything I wanted in my college reunion, but I knew my school function wouldn’t provide. I am so glad I went.
2. At one point during the day, my friend Dan’s five-year-old son put his hands in his pockets, leaned back on his heels, cocked his head to the side, and assessed the situation around him — in exactly the way I’d seen his father do countless times. The ways kids can be perfect replicas of their parents, while somehow also being absolutely unique, never ceases to amaze me.
3. Wendy confessed that her snarky comments here on the blog about my knitting stemmed from the fact that she was jealous that I could knit and she can not. I reacted to this is the only way I knew how — with a trip to the yarn store! I started to teach her at the picnic, and it quickly became a joint lesson, when out friend Stephen announced that he wanted to learn, too. The drinking and catching up soon overwhelmed us, so it wasn’t much of a lesson, but I was so excited to have them want to learn.
4. On Sunday, Sionna‘s husband took me on my annual ride on his Harley. I am way too chicken-shit to ever drive a motorcycle on my own, but I do love riding along on the back, watching everything speed by. The scenery around their house is just lovely — rolling hills and little lakes — and so makes for a perfect afternoon ride.
5. Saturday morning, while I watched Sponge Bob with her daughter, Sionna went outside and picked me fresh blackberries off the bushes in her yard. Delicious!
Hmm… Looks like I’ve gotten nearly to the end of my list and I’ve only covered my weekend in Albany. And I think number six explains why:
6. I got lost in a book, and then another, and then a third. It’s been a long time since this has happened, and feeling that urge to drop everything and read was beautiful. I’d forgotten how much I missed it.