I'm not sure how it happened, but even though I had one less child to look after this week, and I didn't have to cook dinner twice because we got invited out, I've been so, so busy. And will be until Saturday. But then there's Sunday, when I can finally tackle the following:
- Take one of our new upcycled deck chairs - the frame of which we picked from a neighbor's woodpile (by now they know we're a little odd, and given to collecting garbage, like ancient wine demijohns and broken-down sewing machines, or decrepit rakes ...), and for which I sewed fabric pieces almost a month ago, but which we've never really had time to use.
- Open the chair.
- Sit in the garden doing nothing.
- Sweet nothing, except for chatting with my kids:
- The boy whom I haven't seen in a whole week, and who's flying back on Saturday from his tennis adventure in some Baltic country or other (here)
- And the boy whom I haven't really seen in several weeks now, as he's had his nose deep in his school books in preparation for his state exams, which finish on Saturday afternoon (who knew Saturday afternoons were working days in Italy?)
- And my girl too, whom I haven't seen in ... two, or perhaps three, seconds.
Yes indeed, this weekend I'm finally going to sit in our new upcycled deck chairs, and do nothing except for be with my family. And I'll ignore the three more deck chair frames sitting in the barn, waiting for their fabric pieces to be sewn.
But first, I'll have to choose which deck chair to sit on. Decisions, decisions ...
Happy weekend!
