Lovely, Lovely, Lovely

Ever have one of those weekends that are just most excellent? Well, I had one and I just love when that happens. I have to say I haven't been in the best of moods, but this weekend was so happy. Instead of seeing a movie on Saturday, B and I made of list of things to do and we just about got them all done. I just don't feel like peeling wallpaper today. The kitchen is the last big room we haven't painted, and it's high time.

Friday night I went to our city's First Friday event with my friend. They have them all over the country where you get shuttled to various art galleries, studios and the like. There is a set route and wherever you get off another bus will arrive in 20 minutes. That's how it's supposed to work anyway. It was a quintessential gray misty April evening, and we made it through two stops before we were stranded. Undeterred, laughing and muttering, we hoofed it to the another venue where we hung out for a bit and then a friend offered to give us a ride back to our cars which would have required a long, cold, dark walk back. It was a brand new car with that brand new smell, back up video camera and phone calls come through the radio. Who needs the shuttle? Thanks L! We did get to explore a painter's warehouse-like studio, chat with a potter I once interviewed, see an art installation of fake dead crows with this magnetic stuff hanging off them that earned my WTF reaction and eat free strawberries. We also wandered into a individually-owned book store that was a treat. I love the smell of old books.

Saturday I hung out with my love, went for a run and cut some glass for fusing; it's cooling in the kiln right now! We laid on the deck for a bit enjoying the first rays of warm sun, went grocery shopping so we won't just be eating frozen food all week and put a mountain of clothes away while watching The World's Sexiest Beaches - Sunset where we saw our first big waves and Waikiki where we surfed together made the list!

Today we were up at just about the crack of dawn, and we rallied ourselves to bike to breakfast even though it was only 32 degrees. There was no wind and the sun was shining, and those two things made all the difference. At our favorite coffee shop, we both tried the the Santa Fe sandwich - egg, Canadian bacon, cheddar cheese and roasted red pepper on a wheat bagel. You haven't seen two more content people sitting in a coffee shop with blazing yellow reflective jackets - the guy with one pant leg rubberbanded so as not to catch in the bike chain, the woman with her sunglasses on her head with the tiny rear view mirror attached sticking straight up like an antennae.