We played some Monopoly.
Built some blocks.
Made a volcano.
Planted some garlic.
Cooked a bunch of all those lovely greens (I made a stir-fry with broccoli leaves––since the broccoli plant isn't interested in flowering––roasted red peppers, carrots––also from the garden––garlic and tofu with a toasted sesame oil-ginger dressing; C made "priest-chokers" with a ton of Kale).
Hiked with new old friends, or old new friends, or friends we've known a long time and who have been practically our neighbors for more than two years and with whom we've just lately started to spend time. Funny how it is that maintaining friendships requires so much more intention as adults, not just popping into someone's dorm room. But it's always worth the effort, don't you think?
Did some "woodworking" (yes the latest in my ongoing infatuation with unfinished furniture; more on this piece soon!).
Wrote some stories. Okay, only E and Z and M wrote stories. They all are super into writing right now, and I'm very cautious about wanting to nurture this interest without stamping it out (because, you know, moms ruin everything).
I, on the other hand, wrote nothing. I kept convincing myself that all this other activity was
recharging the well, priming the pump and all that. But now here I sit with the blank screen starting back at me and still I got nothin'. And I've got this great big Complete Short Stories of Eudora Welty staring at me (six hundred pages!) and I've barely made a dent. So I should probably go do something about all that.
I hope you had a wonderful weekend too!