I’m not sure what it is about short weeks that makes them feel so intense, but work this week was “petal to the metal.” When I hit the weekend, I had a little list of chores to do. Doing stupid things like slicing open a finger (twice) and accidently getting garlic/onion/pepper on my hands and blinding myself really wasn’t part of the deal.
It had been a while (about six weeks) since I had been down to the beach house, so I headed down Friday after stopping to pick up a library book (the libraries aren’t open, but at least we can again pick up books (though the name curbside pickup is something of a lie.)) The beach house was fine (I knew it would be), And so, I commenced the weekend project. Two days later, I have a blog post written, but it isn’t the right time to post it.
It wasn’t all work and no play. I spent some time admiring waves.
Watched far too many episodes of Baumgartner Restoration. Which inevitably makes me ponder art.
Took the dog for several walks (so, SO glad I am now feeling up for this).
Explored a new spot to paint then next time Sandra comes down.
And then came home Saturday night to spend Sunday training the dog, running errands, and prepping food.
I hope to have more to talk about next week (in fact, I’m sure I will.) Enjoy the random photos from the weekend.