best day ever

Sarah and I met at Mae's Cafe and had a solid breakfast. We then meandered down to Diva Espresso and I did my French homework while Sarah read the paper. There was a particularly interesting article in the PI about US-China economics, so Sarah would pass on the more interesting bits for me to read between conjugating the imperative form. (Attendez-moi!)

It was so beautiful out. It was nice to just sit and read the paper, stare out the window, and have really good coffee. Eventually we figured we ought to mosey on, so we decided to go back to my place and then walk to the drugstore for exciting things like tampons and wax. But then, we got to my place and Sarah, squinting in the unexpected and delightful sunlight said, "Hey. I have an idea. Wanna clean out our cars?"

My car has been in the most unbelievably disgraceful state since I moved. No, since before I moved. The trunk was packed to the gills, the glovebox and side pockets were overflowing. It was ridiculous. But... now.... it's devoid of all the crap! I loaded it up into Jeanne's cart and hauled it all upstairs. It still needs a thorough cleaning, but that is a project for next weekend. There is a pile of clothing that needs to be washed from it, but I've also found some of my favorite things. A worn out Michigan teeshirt. My favorite summery white button-down. My classic black cashmere sweater, which needs to be taken immediately to the dry cleaners.

And it cracks me up how fun a spontaneous project like that can be. We kept shouting out each particularly obnoxious find. A random parking permit from UW, or misc debris from Sarah's Toronto trip. If this had been planned, I would have done anything to get out of it, but the randomness just made it entertaining. And now I have twice the tupperware, all kinds of random shit I bought long ago (andirons, quiche plate, picture frames) that have been buried in there long enough to forget. And apparently, also, every jacket I own. The weather was so beautiful, it was just fun to be outside doing something productive.

With our hands thoroughly filthy, we came upstairs and washed up before trekking out to Walgreens. We also stopped by Safeway to pick up a log for the fireplace. I'd set up the new bread machine, but due to a really silly error had fouled up my first loaf in it (for last night's dinner, urgh). But with Sarah double checking me, we found where my cognitive disconnect was, and we started a loaf of rosemary French bread.

We piled up some pasta and settled in front of the tv with Forrest Gump. Why are movies from the American South so utterly comforting? Forrest Gump, Steel Magnolias, Fried Green Tomatoes. They just make me want to curl up in a quilt and calm down. So we watched the movie, cooing and quoting. The baking bread smelled amazing. We popped in the last two of the chocolate cakes to bake (still coming out overdone, must reduce cooking time) and they were as soothing as the movie. For we are women. When we bleed, we require chocolate.

It was just the most wonderful way to spend my Sunday. Even Hobbsie had a good time, snuggled up in my lap.

He does tend to gravitate toward orange things, huh?




A Sunday like this makes the incoming week much easier to bear. Purrr.