We’ve come to the end of a perfectly lovely holiday weekend. I’d lament my return to work tomorrow, but the last three days have been so nice that I don’t even care that I have to get up and sit in traffic, tackle a long list, and most likely try to pack five days worth of work in to only four.

I had a specific plan for my weekend. Saturday was to be chore doing and errand running day. Sunday was to be spent celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary. Today was to be dedicated to laying about reading books, and perhaps napping. Well, my dad called up on Saturday morning and basically insisted that I invite him over today. I didn’t want him to come over. I wanted a weekend where I didn’t see anyone or go anywhere. Particularly not my dad, and particularly not when he wanted to discuss his efforts at estate planning. But I had no choice, and in the end we had a pretty nice visit. I’ve always said that if my dad could be content to just hang out with me rather than trying to shove an agenda down my throat, I’d be happy to do that. And that, mostly, was what he seemed to want today.

So even the thing I was dreading turned out to be ok. And everything else – all of the stuff I actually wanted to do – was wonderful.

Both my back and my front gardens look neat and respectable again. The hooks on the fence in the backyard no longer display empty baskets with dead plants in them, but instead are proudly holding petunias and greenery and some flower I can’t identify. The one lone azalea that survived last summer is now surrounded by other plants. Weeds were conquered, and impatiens were planted. Guess how many trips to Home Depot it took to accomplish this. Three! Yes, three, because I am apparently incapable of estimating how much mulch I will need, plus we ran out of lawn & leaf bags.

I got some reading in, including two Hamish Macbeth mysteries, recommended to me by Dorie. They are very enjoyable. A part of me is now ready to pick up and move to a small highland village. Next up is Already Dead, recommended by Chris. If nothing else, blogging has definitely expanded my reading horizons.

I did some baking, although I had a cookie disaster. The PB&C cookies did not turn out well. The inside-out ice cream cake did. And really, it was fitting that we had cake as our anniversary dessert.

I am now officially caught up on back episodes of Lost and am ready for the season finale this week. I conducted a successful splinterectomy on one of my toes. We took Seamus for a nice hike in the woods. We relaxed. We hung out. And of course, celebrated the aforementioned anniversary. In fact, the reason I had such a good weekend is because I was lucky enough to marry such a good guy. John, I love you so much. Thanks for a wonderful weekend, six years of wedded bliss, and 13 years with every day better than the one before it.

Posted by Bad Penguin at May 26, 2008 10:57 PM