Our weekend

Our weekend started out with a date to a new (to us) restaurant in a little town. I was feeling like our town was just too small and boring, with nothing to do except attend beauty pageants. I didn't feel like going to the usual big town, so we went to another small town and had a lovely dinner while Calvin ran a 5K and had a BBQ, the official ending to his public school career.

Then I put the new table in the living room, and it makes all the difference. Now the chairs aren't used as gymnastics equipment. They also stay in place instead of drifting all over the living room. And the colors never come out right; it's much nicer in person.

On Saturday morning Sebastien skipped his usual bike ride because he couldn't tear himself away from me. We went to the Farmers' Market and bought enough veggies to last us awhile. We had artichokes and lentil burgers for lunch. The burgers were OK, nothing exciting.

Freddy gets all the stamps collected in Seb's office. He got a pile of them on Friday. On Saturday he worked at removing them from the envelopes. I now own all the stamps that say "love" or have a heart on them for my correspondance with Sebastien.

In the big city on Wednesday, we went to Crate and Barrel. I'd never been. I found cotton, colorful kitchen linens. When I commented on how well the green ones match the cabinet fabric, someone made an annoying comment about photographing it for the blog. So I photographed it for the blog. And who's in the photo? A special someone who makes an occasional annoying comment, who also matches the green linens with his shirt that I bought him.

Now that blog comment (who started this blog, anyway???) wasn't half as annoying as the comments about my hairy chest. When it was all done and healed and whole again, it became apparent that there was some thread hanging out of my chest from my surgery. Not hair. Thread. Surgical thread. It's gone now.

We are supposed to have our foundation work of January 2008 finally finished on Friday. In anticipation (and I won't be holding my breath), we are having dirt delivered (in bottom left corner: lovely dirt). The dirt delivery meant that a branch needed to be removed. The remover stresses that this is not the OSHA-approved method of removing branches--big or small.

Calvin was invited to a boy-hanging-out-afternoon and played tennis. Isabelle got to go flying. I heard about a book called Shack in Sunday School and then answered questions about those rumors that folks are hearing about Calvin. And that's our weekend!