Sometimes you just need a few days off. Summer hit, and with our schedules being what they were, we just never got around to booking any out-of-town trips for our week off. And then we realized: we live in an awesome city, have an awesome yard, and really just needed some time to relax. This is what we did.
Saturday July 20
Saturday turned into something of a mellow day and despite the threat of all-day rain we ended up hanging out in the neighbor’s backyard for most of it, enjoying some good food and good company. But more about that in a bit.
Our Saturday morning ritual resumed as per usual, but with one minor snag.
We wanted pancakes but we were out of milk. Shortly after six in the morning I found myself driving over to the local convenience store –a store that is just a little too far for an impromptu morning walk for a jug of milk– to buy some cow juice.
It’s a ritual. A tradition. A stabilizing factor in our otherwise busy lives. Claire and I get up early on Saturday mornings and make pancakes. Sometimes they are plain. Often they are peppered with chocolate chips. And almsot always they are moulded into a variety of shapes… and not just the standard “round” for those of you out there who are more literal than others.
I got the milk. I heated the grill. And I mixed the ingredients.
But Claire… she was no where to be found. And when she finally hobbled downstairs to join me was a little miffed that I had resorted to a single-shape morning: round.
“You don’t help, you don’t get shapes.” I told her.
Our next door neighbor had one of those milestone birthdays and his family threw him an “almost” surprise party. I write “almost” in quotes because despite her careful efforts sneaking around quietly arranging all of it and even going so far as to store a bunch of the food in our freezer, her son let slip… and the jig was up.
We clambered through the hole in the fence a little after noon.
We ate some more.
We stumbled through a lot of awkward mixed-language conversations (they are Francophone and obviously so are a lot of their friends).
And we drank some more.
The kids played in a chaotic hustle that spanned three yards. They ate too much. They watched a movie. And then they came back outside and caused even more chaos.
It was after six when we finally stumbled back through the hole in our fence and called it a day. A very quiet, inactive, rest-of-the-day.