The weekend was exactly what I needed – returned home yesterday in the early evening, rested, freckled and happy.
We ate brie and crackers and red pepper jelly on the deck as appetizers Friday night and had lamb, corn on the cob and baked potatoes for dinner.
Drank beer and wine and martinis and danced in the living room until 1am, before going outside to sit on the deck and gaze at the stars.
Woke up early Saturday morning, ate breakfast on the deck, went for a run and then plunged into the chilly lake to cool off.
Took the motorboat into town to pick up carrot cake for that night’s dessert, cinnamon buns for Sunday’s breakfast and more wine to have with dinner.
Woke up Sunday morning and did yoga on the dock, and spent the afternoon suntanning and playing in the water, curling up late in the day to watch Dirty Dancing on the DVD player while snoozing on the couch.
Did more of the same Monday morning, finally packing the car and leaving after lunch.
Had so many moments that were absolutely divine – I’ve forgotten just how nice it was to get out of the city and hear the sounds of bull frogs, crickets and woodpeckers. It’s been a long time since I could sit and look up at the stars in their brilliant clarity. Sunset over water, the sight of Tay and Dave fishing on the quiet lake, floating on the lake in the watertube drinking white wine from a plastic cup.
It’s been too long since I laughed and played, too long since I sat and enjoyed my surroundings. Too long since I breathed, deeply and slowly.
Namaste, Bala. I bow to you.