Thanks to YA’s boyfriend being sick, I had a near-perfect week!
Based on the minimal information YA was sharing (or was given most probably), Boyfriend had strep but waited until late Saturday to go to the MinuteClinic and was in no mood for company or companionship the entire weekend. And this is the first Saturday of YA’s summer work schedule, which means her Saturday morning is clear. She was up early and rarin’ to go!
We made a quick stop at the library, a stop at the hardware store (where there was a dog to pet), time at the gym, some shopping at the co-op. While we were shopping she decided she wanted to make a particular recipe so we bought her ingredients as well. She said she wanted to do cooking first before yardwork, so we spent a nice hour in the kitchen. I made corn chowder in my instant pot and a fried halloumi salad; she made a black bean, corn, mango salsa in lettuce cups. Then yardwork – some together but some separate – me in the front, her in the back. She even made a little fire in the fire pit which we enjoyed for a bit. Then we walked up to dinner at The Malt Shop, during which she actually put her phone away.
Then on Sunday, she did some homework while I had time in my studio, then we spent a few hours doing the Open Streets on Lyndale festival. She suggested we walk instead of bike so we could pet dogs more easily. This was a great suggestion – we lost count of how many dogs we had petted around the 50 mark! Mini donuts, animal petting zoo, shave ice and some of the prettiest dark purple miniature irises I’ve ever seen. She had more homework so I spent a little more time in my studio.
Really the only semi-rough patch in the whole weekend was when I had to not be negative when she died her hair purple on Saturday night! And even then, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had imagined it would be.
When was the last time you benefited from someone else’s bad times?