Weekend Plans Post: Winter Is Officially Over
Mark Twain had a funny line: “The pleasures of fornication are overstated while the pleasures of defecation go unsung.”
Don’t worry. This isn’t going to be about that. I’m not even going to give a review of what drinking a glass of metamucil every day during Lent went like (but I will say that if you’ve been considering it, you totally should do it).
This is more about the various little pleasures that normally go unsung that we now get an opportunity to appreciate a little bit better.
Like, one of the things that happened a couple of weeks ago was “sleeping with the window open”. Man, I love moving to the part of the year where I can sleep with the window open. Well, last week was the “it’s time to put the flannel sheets in the back of the closet and move the linen sheets to the sheets drawer.”
And so there was about twice as much laundry as usual because we had to do ALL of the linen sheets (kept in one of those giant industrial Ziploc Storage Bags intended for people moving or putting stuff in storage for a season) and when they come out they smell just a little bit off so… we washed them and put the flannel sheets away and said that it’s been a couple of months since we did the mattress protector and so we washed that too and then it was late enough that I took a shower and I went to bed in a fresh new linen bed for the first time since October or so.
And that was a lovely small pleasure.
There have been no shortage of people posting about food and cooking but, man, I really find that I enjoy cooking a new meal for pretty much every meal every day. Sure, you have leftovers… but you can remix leftovers and come up with meals that were 75% done already but feel like you made them fresh and special. Tomorrow being Friday, I think we’re going to have baked potatoes for lunch. Loaded up with sour cream and butter and shredded cheese and bacon and chives. Easy as pie to make. Just wash them well, wrap them in foil still wet, throw them in the oven at 300 degrees around 8AM and you’ll have some PERFECT bakers around 11:30.
It’s a lovely small pleasure to have a baked potato for lunch. One that YOU made. I mean, when else are you going to eat a baked potato in the middle of the week unless it’s for dinner and you wait until somewhere around 7 or 8 to have dinner? That’s crazy.
Friday Night is the night that we give the kitties a different meal than their normal can of wet food. Friday Night they get a Packet Of The Good Stuff From The Hippie Store. It’s human-quality food, so the label says, specially formulated for the cats. Pumpkin Chicken Stew or a blend of Tuna and Steak or that sort of thing. They stand at our feet and yell as if to say that we’ve never, ever fed them before. That’s another simple little pleasure that does a great job of kicking off the weekend.
And we’ll have the additional pleasure of bringing out the summer clothing in the gimungous industrial Ziploc Storage Bags from the back of the closet and putting away the winter clothing for six months or so. Oh, I remember this shirt! Oh! Is that where those pajama pants went? Oh my gosh, these are so very comfy. I had forgotten. And the small pleasure of taking those fresh from the dryer after the sun goes down because, let’s face it, we’re still lucky enough to be in the part of the year where it gets a little bit chilly after the sun goes down and the shirt from the dryer sensation is just comfy as heck.
And that’s another small pleasure to enjoy.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is the inaugural powernap on the seersucker summer bedcover.)