(painting of a talented model who is not me,
but could be a close match
if i only knew how to play the piano, read music, and was cheeky monkey.)
sunday is my very favorite day for doing something pointless or absolutely nothing.
“weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.”
— bill watterson
art credit: litus gallery
full moon rising and floating
on grand traverse bay
“the moon was but a chin of gold a day or two ago,
and now she turns her perfect face upon the world below.”-
traverse bay, traverse city, michigan, usa
happy to tell the kinder
there would be 2 stay-home days – a weekend
saturday and sunday
we’d all be back together again on monday
one asked –
‘do you know that friday is already the weekend?’
i love that way of thinking
this one will live a long and happy life.
when does your weekend start?
“every day is a gift. but some days are packaged better.”
image credit: google images
the end of a wonderful, relaxing weekend away.
“babies don’t need a vacation but i still see them at the beach.
i’ll go over to them and say,
“what are you doing here, you’ve never worked a day in your life!”
cars are parked and the weekend is ready to begin.
“without the weekend, where would the week be?”
― anthony t. hincks
a lovely ladies’ weekend spent with friends at the lake house
with a long hike through the winter woods
wonderful comfort foods and wine to share
warm blankets, pajamas, slippers
on one thing leading to another
our favorite cutlery (i prefer small pieces)
to our grown children (we do the best we can)
to humor (what’s funny to one…)
to politics, the state of the world, and more
(each with our own perspectives, experiences, and ideas)
no subject off limits
then spoiling ourselves with magic spa treatments
so relaxing and so powerful in so many ways.
“i feel like i’m a super hero diva and my power is glitter.”
time to relax now
long weekend brings calm and fun
friends warm the spirit.
“i don’t have anything to prove anymore. i can relax.”
image credit: daily mail
took a ride on the q line train
in detroit city
on it’s inaugural weekend
so full of happy people
got off at campus martius
a downtown oasis
sat on the beach
created right in the middle of the city
for outdoor summer adventures
enjoyed wonderful cuban jazz
live and in color
plus a little guy who couldn’t resist sitting in with the band
a natural improv artist of the highest order
the energy in the city was contagious.
“a city isn’t so unlike a person. they both have the marks to show they have many stories to tell.
they see many faces. they tear things down and make new again.”
– rasmenia massoud – broken abroad
we lie around
on a rainy afternoon
listening to the radio
one of us
a first-time storyteller on npr
as she shares with the nation
her bittersweet tale
there are 11 people of all ages
4 dogs of all shapes
the food, drinks, games
we could possibly need
and no timeline or agenda
on this long lazy weekend
all tucked in together
in 1 cozy house
on 1 pretty lake
and all that
1 huge level of comfort.
it is one of the blessings of old friends
that you can afford to be stupid with them.
– ralph waldo emerson