Welcome to Showerless Saturday!
One of our summer weekend traditions is that Larry and I go to the Falls Church Farmers Market together almost every Saturday morning to pick up produce for the week and breakfast for our bellies. I love walking along the path to the market and admiring the historic buildings along the way.
Today we're in search of summer's last corn on the cob. We're planning to barbecue on Sunday night. Despite my desire to prolong summer, the weather is getting cooler, and we'd like one last sit-outside-and-eat-with-your-hands meal of grilled ribs and corn-on-the-cob.
On the way home from the market, we have a couple of errands to run. Typical suburbia. Guess where we're going? Nope, not Massage Envy. (Whaaaat?!) Yup, the ABC Store. (I need Triple Sec for a new cocktail I want to try.)
Next stop: The grocery store. AGAIN. Giant this time. If you're keeping track, I've been to four grocery stores (Whole Foods, Safeway, Wegmans, Giant) AND the Farmers Market this week. Ridiculous. Something else to work on: Not spending my entire life shopping for food.
Milk, TP, beer. As Larry says "Now we're ready for a snowstorm." (Not shown: a bag of spinach and a container of feta. More nutritious, but less important for snowstorm survival.)
Errands done, so we drive home. Another beautiful day!
Back at home: Gravy tears up the paper bags from the liquor store.
We eat lunch together on the patio: more egg salad. On a croissant. Larry wasn't cooperating with my attempts to document our meal, but Banjo was.
Larry drags his smoker out of the shed to clean it out. Guess what's inside? A RAT'S NEST! Who wants to come over for dinner???
Shredding is tiring.
I call Mom to invite her over for dinner tomorrow night.
And admire the beautiful day from our patio. Time to get out of the house and do something outside!
We take the dogs for a walk in the cemetery across the street from our house. Another challenge with working from home: on weekends I am ready to get out of the house in search of adventure, while Larry is tired from commuting every day and just wants to stay local.
It is a multi-cultural/multi-religions cemetery, so there are lots of interesting statues and monuments to see.
The cemetery might seem like a morbid place for a walk, but it's peaceful and scenic.
The dogs love walking here.
Today we are in search of the pet cemetery, but our path is thwarted by a funeral. We accidently find the baby cemetery instead and this makes us sad, so we walk home via the sidewalk.
Big tongue = sign of a successful walk.
Making guacamole! My favorite non-traditional guac recipe includes pears, grapes, and pomegranate seeds. Yum!
Spread out my quilt on the front lawn for a snack/reading break.
Stuff my face with guac.
Larry brings Gravy out to join me. Recipe for a perfect September Saturday: a beer, a book, and a snuggly puppy.
Showerless Saturday comes to an end, when I finally take a shower and put on real clothes...just in time to go out for dinner! It's gotten chilly out, so I force myself to put on jeans for the first time in six months (my legs feel like they're being strangled), but I won't give up my flip flops.
I wanted to go to a cocktail bar in Arlington that I've been dying to try, but Larry wants to stay nearby, so we walk down the street to El Tio - our favorite local Mexican dive. The waitress here always recognizes us and tonight she greets us with "Haven't seen you guys in a while! Where have you been?!" Love that!
Tonight's dinner: beef chimichanga platter + fixins, chips and salsa, big ass daiquiri.
After dinner we walk home.On the way home from the market, we have a couple of errands to run. Typical suburbia. Guess where we're going? Nope, not Massage Envy. (Whaaaat?!) Yup, the ABC Store. (I need Triple Sec for a new cocktail I want to try.)
Next stop: The grocery store. AGAIN. Giant this time. If you're keeping track, I've been to four grocery stores (Whole Foods, Safeway, Wegmans, Giant) AND the Farmers Market this week. Ridiculous. Something else to work on: Not spending my entire life shopping for food.
Milk, TP, beer. As Larry says "Now we're ready for a snowstorm." (Not shown: a bag of spinach and a container of feta. More nutritious, but less important for snowstorm survival.)
Errands done, so we drive home. Another beautiful day!
Back at home: Gravy tears up the paper bags from the liquor store.
We eat lunch together on the patio: more egg salad. On a croissant. Larry wasn't cooperating with my attempts to document our meal, but Banjo was.
Larry drags his smoker out of the shed to clean it out. Guess what's inside? A RAT'S NEST! Who wants to come over for dinner???
Shredding is tiring.
I call Mom to invite her over for dinner tomorrow night.
And admire the beautiful day from our patio. Time to get out of the house and do something outside!
We take the dogs for a walk in the cemetery across the street from our house. Another challenge with working from home: on weekends I am ready to get out of the house in search of adventure, while Larry is tired from commuting every day and just wants to stay local.
It is a multi-cultural/multi-religions cemetery, so there are lots of interesting statues and monuments to see.
The cemetery might seem like a morbid place for a walk, but it's peaceful and scenic.
The dogs love walking here.
Today we are in search of the pet cemetery, but our path is thwarted by a funeral. We accidently find the baby cemetery instead and this makes us sad, so we walk home via the sidewalk.
Big tongue = sign of a successful walk.
Making guacamole! My favorite non-traditional guac recipe includes pears, grapes, and pomegranate seeds. Yum!
Spread out my quilt on the front lawn for a snack/reading break.
Stuff my face with guac.
Larry brings Gravy out to join me. Recipe for a perfect September Saturday: a beer, a book, and a snuggly puppy.
Showerless Saturday comes to an end, when I finally take a shower and put on real clothes...just in time to go out for dinner! It's gotten chilly out, so I force myself to put on jeans for the first time in six months (my legs feel like they're being strangled), but I won't give up my flip flops.
I wanted to go to a cocktail bar in Arlington that I've been dying to try, but Larry wants to stay nearby, so we walk down the street to El Tio - our favorite local Mexican dive. The waitress here always recognizes us and tonight she greets us with "Haven't seen you guys in a while! Where have you been?!" Love that!
Tonight's dinner: beef chimichanga platter + fixins, chips and salsa, big ass daiquiri.
Back at home, Banjo practices personal hygiene.
Meanwhile, our exciting Saturday night continues. I put away some dishes, and we fold laundry. Yes, chores happen on weekends, too. :(
Evening floor time with the pups. "Don't forget where my tongue just was, Mom!"
Banjo has perfected his technique of standing next to you until your hand reaches out to pet him without you even realizing it. He's a magnet for affection. He can even finagle some petting from the other side of the couch. The speed of his tail = the speed of the hand that pets him.
My hair is still wet from my shower earlier today, so I decide to blowdry it before bed. (It takes forever to dry - Larry calls me "Sponge Hair".) I only blowdry/straighten my hair about once every five years - the rest of the time I just embrace the natural curly air-dried mess. (It may seem weird to blowdry at night, but since the process takes several hours it is not something I ever have time to do in the morning.)
Hair straight, time for bed. (After an episode of Scandal on Netflix!)
3 comments:
I worked FT from home for 2yrs so I totally get the whole going to the grocery store 5x a week and not wearing 'real' clothes. It's a tough balance -- especially when Hubs worked FT, came home, was tired, and I was ready to go off and do *anything*.
I split my time now between working at home and working on site -- still working balancing my work time so that it doesn't extend into nights and weekends though sometimes that's the only time that works. What seems to work for me is just blocking off my time on my calendar so that I know what is work and what is free time and I'll just schedule around that. I'll even schedule in downtime so that we don't get burned out with the constant need to "enjoy the weekend."
Doesn't always work, but it's at least some sort of framework.
I'm all in favor of showerless Saturdays!
My roommate and I love TNT! I'd be happy to go with you if Larry's too tired. :)
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