easy weather

I do live in the city now. My building has an underground garage. There are elevators. The kids fight over who gets to press which button. The water is softened. There is concrete just outside my windows. I wonder if you've noticed that suddenly, in my writing here, weather is not a primary consideration each morning. I could go from my home at the Edge, to the grocery store (which also has a covered garage) and never step into "the elements." I find this to be utterly bizarre and disconcerting. It's not that I dont care at all about seasonal changes. I choose clothes depending on the temperature reading for the day (shorts, all last week and all this week!). I make plans for activities that require dry skies. But it doesn't hold the same weight. I don't start the day with an assessment of how nature is treating the landscape all around me. It's a huge shift for me!

Breakfast. Still at the island, but I'm thinking of shifting to the couch. Neither Ed nor I eat solo meals at the table. Habit takes us to the couch. But for today, while there are flowers up here -- the island.

Next on the agenda: lots of beginning-of-the-week chores. I muscled that extremely large beanbag into a box, and struggled with it to the car, where it just fit, after I put all the rear seats down. Time to take it to Fed Ex to be shipped back. And time to grocery shop. No deliveries for now. I dont see the point. The store is 12 minutes away. I can pick and choose. I can go in the morning and be back in the morning.

 

At about noon, Ed comes over for a swim.  There is a pool here and during the day it remains empty. (Actually I have never seen anyone swimming in it, ever.) I know the guy likes to swim so i suggest he try it out. I go down with him. The water is cold, but we get used to it. He does a few laps, I do a few laps, and then we try out the partly submerged chairs and I tell him -- do you know this is the first time you and I have gone to a pool together? Recreationally? For the heck of it? 

I feel like we're at some hotel, rooms angled to face the pool. I'm glad my unit isn't one of them. 

I take a selfie to commemorate this incongruous moment: us lounging at the pool.

 

 

Monday is pick-up-both-kids day. Both are in great moods. I have to think the fabulous weather has something to do with it, though on gym days, the girl comes out groaning: I do not like lacrosse! Ah, P.E. units. I remember those words coming from the mouth of their mom when football -- everyone's favorite, but not ours -- took its turn as the unit of choice. Cramming for a test on football rules. Hating every aspect of the game. School teaches you that all boring and yukky (in your estimation) subject will move on, and so will you!

Evening of leftovers. That's a Monday benefit, after a Sunday dinner, where I always seem to make too much food. Some things do not change, even if you've moved from one place to the next.

with lots of love...