Saturday. Sitting on the front porch in my plastic Adirondack chair. Sparkle curled up in her bed (too much of a wimp to lay in the grass, of course.) The sun beats through the light smoky haze drifting in from some Northerly forest fire. The cars grind past, one every couple of minutes, beating their way to somewhere, who can say.
Saturday morning have become my free time. Claire has been taking a dance class. Karin takes her to the studio where she’s been a regular for a number of years now. Its been Claire’s first year. It’s a mommy-daughter thing. It suits me just fine to have a solid ninety minutes to myself every Saturday morning. Sometimes I do something productive. This morning I played Minecraft for half an hour, had a long shower, and now, sitting here, outside, sunning and writing.
Of course, having written that elusive post yesterday morning whilst sitting in Ikea — the lament to the mobile blog — I felt I should at least conclude the story. The rundown:
- we followed up Ikea with a trip to the greenhouse where I bought some fiddleheads-slash-ferns;
- we returned to the rec centre for a good forty-five minute play on the indoor playground;
- me made grilled cheese for lunch;
- I read in the hammock while Claire napped;
- we visited the library for some new books;
- we descended on Cobb’s (the bread store) for Claire’s favorite snack: chocolate chip scones; and then
- we came home.
…and then: *blink*…
Just like that they come home from the dancing class. And I’m stealing a moment — loading up the laptop, priming the wifi, tapping out conclusions — between errands, trips, hastily-tossed-together weekend plans to finish the last line in a blog post no one even knows I’m writing… no one, but me.
Is there really a difference between a stolen moment mobile… and a restful Saturday morning post?