Recovering From the Weekend

I smile when I see posts illustrating busy weekends. We had them once too, not so much now, thank the good Lord. I understand the need to fit it all in on the two non-work days of the week, but that’s no longer our life, and we don’t have young family living nearby so there’s no squeezing in time on their days off either. Saturday is usually a hiking day for Gerry and Sunday is church for both of us. That’s our weekend agenda most of the time.

We ventured out to an antique and collectible thing on Friday, hoping to avoid the weekend crowd. Nope. Those antique and collectible seeking folks get there early—we arrived when it opened and it was already a zoo. It’s fun seeing old stuff that reminds us of the past (I especially like looking at dishes), but we decided an antique shop or even a farm auction is more our speed. We’re not out to buy, having already downsized before we moved to Saskatchewan (I saw some things offered for sale that we already got rid of), we’re just looky loos. No need to endure (‘cause, honestly, that’s how it felt by the time we left) crowds like that.

Saturday was relatively quiet. We visited the local garden center that opened earlier in the week, but it was kind of disappointing as there are no plants to look at yet. The weather kept Gerry from hiking, so we had a quiet day otherwise. And Sunday was church.

I didn’t feel up to par on the weekend. My body felt tired battered like I was in a fibromyalgia flare, but I think it was just responding to external stressors, so I listened to what it was trying to tell me and rested.

Last fall, I froze beets and carrots in the proportion needed for a pot of borscht, so pulled a bag out to make the soup for Sunday supper. After church, we stopped and bought a cabbage (I chopped and froze what I didn’t need for the borscht and a casserole tonight) and russet potatoes (I’ll cook, mash, and freeze what I didn’t use) and a sourdough baguette, and that was our simple Sunday supper. (I usually like a dollop of sour cream on mine, but didn’t have any. A bit of cottage cheese was even better.)

And here we are at Monday again. My body still protesteth, so I’ll act accordingly. Looking forward to going to yoga this afternoon which will either help or make me feel worse—my money’s on helping. Supper is already planned (thanks to a casserole I’m going to make with the cabbage—the leftover borscht is freezer bound) and I’ve got a good book on the go. Oh! And it’s spring! Might start some strawflower seeds, too. I saw plants at Superstore last spring and was smitten, but had no room left in the garden. I’m going to try growing some with the intention of having flowers to bring inside in the fall.

All in all, it’s a good, relatively quiet life and I’m grateful for it.

P.S. Our son and his wife recently added a new family member. He’s a dashalier, a cross between a dachshund and cavalier King Charles spaniel and is just the cutest thing!