This weekend I was fighting a fierce cold – the kind that comes with that really phlemy cough and drippy nose. Oh yes, I was the picture of beauty this weekend, if you’re into the chapped nose, pale, anemic look. For a few terrible hours I thought that it was my allergies finally coming back to haunt me, but, thankfully, it progressed and became a full-blown cold, for which I was very grateful. I basically spent Friday doing nothing and feeling awful, so by the time Saturday rolled around I was ready to do something, anything. Scotty and I decided to take a couple of hours and walk around the West End and get to know our neighborhood a little better. It really is charming – there are lots of independent boutiques, sandwich shops, restaurants, and pubs.
We were also feeling a bit celebratory because Scotty had just received word that he was awarded a scholarship to allow him to study French in Paris for a month this summer! So, while we have to iron out the details, it looks like we will be spending July in Paris…if we ever get our passports back 🙂 In honor of that, we decided to eat here:
It was delicious, if a bit on the rich side. But it whetted our appetite for all things French and really got us excited about this possibility. After that we went home and finally watched Slumdog Millionaire – which we both enjoyed.
Sunday was appropriately sunny and I decided to once again spend the afternoon sitting on the Dean Gallery Lawn. It was absolutely gorgeous!
As I hadn’t accomplished anything on Friday, I decided to take my work with me and get something done while I topped up my severely low supply of Vitamin D. And as I was sitting there I had one of those eye-opening moments where I realized I had become my mother! And it made me smile. My mom and I share a love of sunshine and a guilt-complex that makes it difficult to just enjoy relaxing (we’re both working on the latter feature). I cannot tell you how many times my mom was up against some deadline but the call of a warm sunny day was too hard to ignore. She’d pack up her papers, books, notes, etc. and head out in search of a warm spot to spread out her stuff and get some work done in the sunshine. And there she’d sit, books and papers tucked under anything handy to keep them from flying away. It was really funny for me to look down and realize that not only was I working in the sun just like my mom, I was sitting in the same position she often sits in (one leg extended, one tucked in)!
It was a very fun moment for me. Wish you could have been there to share it with me, Mom!