After a week of (literally) running around, clearing paper jams, and lesson planning, the weekend was here. And perhaps the best part, I was able to share it with my husband.
Friday, for no particular reason, we headed to Ichiban. I don't much get into the showmanship (although color me impressed- I sure couldn't do it), but I do love the rice with egg and noodles and miso soup. The evening had slightly cooled, and so I hesitantly suggested a small stop at Bridgestreet, the fancy outdoor shopping plaza and no surprise at all, Karl acquiesced. After buying a gift for someone else, I also walked away with a pair of earrings for myself. And not from Anthropologie, so everyone was happy. Mostly Karl. I think he was nervous as I kept sniffing the $28 candles.
For the first night in ages, I stayed up rather late, although I was sleepy. I didn't sleep in quite as long as I would have wanted, but the reason why was worth getting up for. We were supposed to go kayaking with our small group, but the extremely sultry weather this weekend warned us that we would gain nothing by chancing heat stroke. So we grilled some food, each brought a side dish, and enjoyed each other's company for the day. A little KanJam and Apples to Apples rounded out the afternoon, and Karl and I headed home to couch sit (and grade papers) for the rest of the evening.
And Sunday was a typical Sunday. A day of rest. I meant to come to school and redo some things in my room, but I just couldn't find the energy and will to leave the apartment after church. Instead, I flipped through a magazine as lunch cooked, and enjoyed more time puttering around the apartment put misplaced items in their place for the week. I didn't touch my school work at all, and the sky is not falling.
This weekend I will head to Memphis for a cross country meet, so I know the craziness is about to resume. But this past weekend was lovely in its unhurriedness. I could do with more weekends like it.
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