A Perfect Day
September 29th, 2009 at 9:58 am (home, it's a wonderful life, news, topics)
I really meant to get up earlier today, to get the most out of my “Sunday” (last day of my weekend), but sleeping is good, and I’ve had such a good weekend so far…so what I mean by Perfect Day is really Perfect Weekend.
This weekend, the weather really turned into fall, my favorite season. Not only did Alex finish patching the roof like he was supposed to, SURPRISE! he switched our bedroom and office by himself while I was at work on Saturday. We’ve been thinking about doing this for a while, but the prospect of moving several VERY LARGE pieces of furniture was really daunting. I’d not have thought one person could do it alone in a single day! But somehow, he did, disassembling not only a very large corner style desk, but our queen sized platform bed which has a HUGE headboard and matching pier cabinet dressers, and managed to move all the major pieces and reassemble in less than 6 hours. Sometimes, my husband is amazing.
When we moved in, it seemed not only obvious, but only practical to take the front bedroom for the “master”. The previous owners had, it is a teeny, tiny bit bigger than the back, and the back is not only a pass through from the hallway to the solarium, but to the kitchen, via a landing at the bottom of the stairs to upstairs. So in a lot of way, this room is not very private. It is, however, oh so much more pleasant than the front room. We had thick, dark velvet curtains on the street facing window in the front room, even though the house is not right up next to the street, and there are bushes for privacy. We live on a busy-ish street, so there is lots of car and foot traffic, and some of our neighbors are a bit sketchy. But consequently, the plus all the heavy furniture in there made that room a cave. I never wanted to hang out in there, but I would sleep for DAYS because you couldn’t tell if it was day or night!
In this room, rather than having a regular window, we have a big sliding glass door that leads into the solarium, looking out into the backyard. So we have lots of light, but it is somewhat indirect, and a really nice view now. It is more peaceful back here, and pleasant to sit in (which I am right now). The heavy furniture makes it feel cozy, and it’s not like we can’t close all the passing through doors if we want peace and quiet. We really don’t require a ton of privacy during the week, anyway. Alex is so tired and goes to bed so early, and we have the weekends to ourselves.
On Saturday night, we took a break from everything and went to see a movie at the dinner/drinks and a movie place about 15 minutes north of our house. I didn’t think I would love it, but I did. We did. Then, Alex dropped his wedding ring in the dark, downward sloping theater. During the movie. Now we love the place even more, because our server was helpful enough to help us find it! And he was actually the one who saved the day by actually finding it. Thanks Nicholas! I’m pretty damn glad I gave him a good tip anyway!
All of the days of my weekend since have somehow been peaceful, but still productive, that elusive combination which is almost impossible to achieve. We had breakfast at home Sunday, and I went out for breakfast with a friend and had a delightful Eggs Benedict and a mimosa yesterday. Am strongly considering going out to get some champagne for more mimosa today!
I got up into our attic and got the Halloween decos down – before October 1st even! And since I am paring down this year, I should have them up by the 1st, too.
So, I am in a rare really good mood. So good, I can hardly get mad about healthcare reform (even though I had a conversation yesterday about how needed it is – even though we are paying hundereds of dollars every month, I’m still shelling out tons of money for regular maintenance care.) Or Roman Polanski (I’m torn on this issue – obviously rape is never ok, but I also think a lot of time and money is being spent on a very out of the ordinary case, in which the perpetrator has not re-offended in what? 32 years? And I’m pretty sure at his age, he won’t? But we always have to make a point, don’t we? ugh, I don’t know.)
So, maybe I’ll just go get some champagne and forget all about it, in the bliss of autumn and the comfort I have finally achieved for myself for the first time ever.
