It’s hard to know when the weekend actually started. All I know is that it was gloriously satisfying — the perfect balance of leisure and activity. (Hopefully that’s a sign that I’m getting a better handle on effective scheduling, but more likely it’s just the way things worked out.) Perhaps Thursday night was the true beginning of the weekend. Jason was on a night shift, so a friend came over for some red wine and popcorn on the front porch. Thursday doesn’t get much better than that, eh?
Or maybe Friday was the true start, when we attended an elegant outdoor wedding at a spectacular golf course overlooking Georgian Bay. With cocktails on the patio, dinner in a Marquis tent with a view of turquoise water, a dance in the clubhouse, and the most fantastic late-night spread of fried comfort food (think gourmet pizza, poutine, grilled cheese, etc.), it was also a pretty awesome way to kickstart the weekend.
Saturday morning brought an agonizingly early wake-up call: the boys bounced on our bed at 5:45 a.m., so excited to see us after being with a babysitter for most of Friday. Luckily I was able to cash in a “sleep-in IOU”, left over from last weekend, and got an extra hour. Then I got two whole hours alone to get some writing done!
I met my friend Christine for lunch and heard enough about her gloriously romantic honeymoon to Bordeaux and Paris to decide that I definitely want our next trip to be to France. (You can read my post about Christine’s wedding here — and be sure to watch that awesome video at the bottom.)
Saturday afternoon found us all at a barbecue, complete with warm sweaters to combat the cool weather, but that didn’t matter. When the food’s delicious and the company’s great, it’s a natural party. My little guys had a blast, as you can tell from these pictures:
Today is Father’s Day. We celebrated by touring another elementary school in our town to research other options for junior kindergarten programs. Just kidding — there was no celebration, but it was still a very helpful and informative experience.
And tonight, I am stuffed to the gills with fantastic Greek food that our friends George and Marina prepared for us this afternoon — platters of charcoal-grilled lamb chops, pork chops, sausages, octopus, salad, spanakopita, lemon-roasted potatoes, marinated radishes, tzatziki. This was their idea of a Sunday barbecue with friends. It was more my idea of a feast. And now it’s 9 p.m. My kids are finally asleep upstairs. Two words describe my physical and psychological state: I am “sufficiently suffonsified.”