The Perfect Weekend

Our Ms. Emily Rabbit has leased this drawing to me for the tidy sum of $ 5. The artist is one of my best friends, Ms. Studio Lolo. I was willing to pay Emily for this rendition of 'jubilant' because that is the kind of weekend I had.

.

First of all, my good friend Heather arrived Friday night and stayed until this morning. I only see her a few times a year and I delight in fixing her my homemade meatballs and spaghetti sauce. Heather is a fussy eater but she loves my spaghetti. That makes us both happy.

.

On Friday night we along with JB went to the Iron Horse, a small music club, dark and inviting, little round tables all with a good view, to hear my friend Nerissa Nields perform with her sister as the Nields. They are a local acoustic folk duo with a national following, and they sang their hearts out. I'm not into pulling a link together just now but google their song "Clean Heart" and you'll know what I mean.

.

I fixed breakfast for the three of us: yogurt, nuts, fruit, scones, coffee cake. I liked doing that and I liked that we sat in the little room off the kitchen and contently smiled at one another.

.

My weekend only got better: I was alone puttering all day Saturday and most of Sunday while Heather and JB were taking respective woodworking and jewelry making workshops at a local arts and crafts place called Snow Farm. That meant my dog Stella and I had the run of the house.

,

I blogged. I wrote. I talked on the phone. I visited my mother. I blogged. I wrote. I talked on the phone. I slid by the chores around me, every now ignoring everything that even looked like work. I did not wear a bra. I did not stack the firewood. I did not empty my suitcase, nor did I organize my office, pay bills, mail books, or empty the dishwasher. (I am lying for dramatic effect: I did empty the dishwasher.)

.

I did whatever I wanted. I go for months without a day like that, let alone two days. My rhythm was restored.

.

Tonight I had to hustle to write the reports, make the calls, finish the mail. But this is now. I'm talking about Then. Then I let someone I love named kj kick up her heels and do her own thing. And tonight, not long ago, that someone I love named kj told me she feels jubilant.