A Saturday

I'm in the library. I have not been here with my laptop since I was in high school and writhing my way through chemistry and college English. I don't know how I forgot this was such an ideal way to spend an afternoon writing; it is quiet, clean, vast. Just big enough to disappear easily into a corner and be bothered by nothing and no one. My phone is on silent, no one has texted me today, and I have the whole afternoon here. 

Riley is currently away on a work trip, having left this morning at 5:00am. Since I was up so early, I decided to get my hair wash out of the way, and I also made zucchini muffins (my father-in-law has a flourishing vegetable garden, and recently gifted me with a paper bag full of zucchini and cucumbers.) A friend and I planned to have tea at 7:00am, so I took the muffins there and we spent the morning in easy conversation on two Adirondack chairs, with mugs of Paris tea, overlooking a green lawn and a duck in a dandelion patch. 

We were finished at about 9:30, and I went straight to the grocery store. If you know me personally, you may have heard me mention that I love grocery shopping. Strangely enough, I don't know many people who share this sentiment, but I look forward to it every week. I get excited for it. I hope it doesn't become a drag later on in life; but if it does, well, it doesn't matter, because that's an opportunity for me to fix my attitude and have a joyful heart towards a necessary and very privileged task. 

When I came home, I was getting rather dull and tired. I hauled the groceries inside, and spent about 10 minutes lying down in our sunny bedroom with my face in the perfectly cool satin of my pillowcase. The window was open and I could hear the soft whisper of the trees just outside. That restored me just enough to get up, put away the groceries, finish the other half of a muffin, and do a quick workout. 

For lunch, I had leftover wild rice, ground turkey, and chickpeas with a runny egg on top. I ate it while sitting on the bed. Our bedroom gets the most sunlight during the day, so when I'm home on Saturdays, I tend to spend a lot of time there.

While sipping on a cup of coffee, I packed up my things, and then came here. 

I don't have much of anything big to say here, but I do value the written vignettes of small, everyday life. Though mundane to some, I know I will come back and read this with a certain fondness that I get when reminded of days past. I think someday when I've got children and less free time (Lord-willing), I will find it sweet to look back on a quiet, small Saturday when I was twenty-two. 

And, I've just found out that the library closes earlier on Saturdays... so I've only got about an hour left here. I'm satisfied with what I've written, so I think I'll pack up and go look around. I've been needing a quick, short yet thoughtful read ever since making my way through Emma. (I'm still only halfway through. I am loving it, but I need a little something to help me stay out of reading-lethargy.)

I've gotta do this again soon, and maybe earlier next time, so I've got the whole afternoon. Until then, goodbye!