Every summer I spend a long weekend with one of my besties, who lives in Madison. We always have a great time but I’m always amazed at how different these trips are from other trips, especially the ones I take with YA.
On Friday night we went to Susan’s favorite Mexican restaurant. I’ve been there before with her and it’s nice. On Saturday we went up to the capital building early for the Dane County Farmers Market. I got my five loaves of Chili Cheese bread, a bunch of corn, a slice of purple yam pie, squeaky cheese curds, a massive cinnamon roll and a dozen peanut coconut donut holes. Sunday night we went to her favorite pizza place – I got a tomato pie (similar to a margarita) – yummy.
That’s the most active we were. The entire remainder of weekend was reading, doing jigsaw puzzles, yakking and then more reading and yakking. I probably spent 10 hours sitting in a big comfy chair with my books. I finished two books, well actually three if you count the CD that I listened to in the car on the way there and back.
Compared to my usual travels, it was a lazy lazy trip. And I loved it. No to-do list, no normal daily stuff. Just relaxing. As I was doing some errands Tuesday morning, I was already missing that comfy chair!
Where do you like to read?
I used to live just down the hill from the Madison Farmer’s Market. That hardly seems possible now. Also could see Lake Mendota from my kitchen window. Haven’t thought of that in ages!
My “reading” these days is mostly listening to books on my phone while working at the knitting machine.
Looks like another great day!
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Yes, these are a couple of what tim calls the 10 perfect days of the year.
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My own platform rocker in the living room, with all the accoutrements right next to it (coffee cup warmer, water bottle, lotion, glasses lens cleaner…) I also enjoy reading out at the patio table on a nice day, if the neighbors are at work. (The patio is adjacent to their driveway…)
Or on a park bench if I’ve remembered a cushion.
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I often read standing at the kitchen counter. That used to be my place for newspapers, now it’s where I read before going to bed at night.
Course the bathroom…I think I learned that from my dad. Is that a learned behavior?
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