My general demeanor, from the moment I peeked through the slit of one eye to glance at the time, has leaned toward the disgruntled. A rather glorious weekend can only be to blame. It was one of those perfect fellows, with clear blue skies, white puffy clouds, and sunshine . . . a weekend spent with family and friends. . . a weekend both fun and productive. It looked something like this:
TGIF (Profuse apologies for bringing it up on a Monday). Being the day before a weekend heading into a holiday, the office was super quiet last Friday. Being how we’re basement dwellers and there were rumours of sunshine up above, a co-worker and I opted for a quick field trip. Perhaps I should have warned said co-worker that I do, in fact, possess the klutz gene–and not, you know, let her find out as three ring binders and a myriad of sticky notes came flying off the shelves. I don’t even know. One minute I was pointing at something, the next I’m trying to save myself from an avalanche of office supplies. All was not lost, however–the binders that fell? They were covering up the very binders for which we searched. Win!
Cheers! Saturday marked our bi-annual newsletter to-do for Medieval Society–which is really just a cleverly disguised jaunt to Bar Gernika, where we feast on the likes of lamb grinders, BLTs, and croquettas, and the conversation flows as the red wine. Sigh. Love it. I did not love, however, the feeling of being rushed. If ever you’ve visited Bar Gernika you know it’s a very small space–and every well loved. Once you’re done eating, you can move right along so others can take over your table. Some times I do so wish I lived in a land where it’s not only acceptable, but quite expected for you to linger over a meal.
Oscar & the cowboy. Betwixt seeing friends and marking things off my to-do list, I watched a movie or two. Can I just tell you, Silver Linings Playbook is worth the hype. So well done–in regard to pretty much everything. From the subject matter to each and every character, I cannot find fault. In keeping with the theme: loved.
Last night I started Shadow Riders. Sure, it has that distinctive look and feel of a made-for-TV program of the 80’s (1982 to be exact). But I have two words: Tom and Sam. I mean, really. Can you find better cowboys than Tom Selleck and Sam Elliott? Me thinks not.
In other words, it was a weekend I would gladly welcome to stay for another day. Which it could, if only I worked for a company that celebrates Presidents’ Day. But I don’t.
Speaking of which, President’s Day is a bit of a misnomer. The federal holiday remains officially ‘Washington’s Birthday,’ despite the fact the date is off. And that’s all I have to say about it . . . except maybe, ‘a good week to you!’