Category Archives: weekends

how was your weekend? the unseasonably warm and wet edition

How was your weekend? We had some very strange weather here in SE Michigan, even for what is occasionally a month of weather extremes. I can remember heat waves and wind storms and ice storms all occurring in Marches past. Sadly, a tornado touched down in Three Rivers (a little over two hours away from us) with a resulting loss of life.

So Saturday morning was muggy and grumbled with thunderstorms, which was fine with us because we had firm plans to stay in and watch one of the opening events of the cycling season (we are cycling fans here), the Strade Bianche, where wunderkind Tadej Pogacar devastated the field, the same as he did last year (and as he probably will in every race he starts for this year). I tried to make some progress on the kiddo’s bug scarf but the double knitting requires significant brain power and when cycling is on all I can manage is the most mindless garter stitch. So I mostly worked on my Cozy Comfort throw which will be a blanket that the kiddo can take to college.

The kiddo had a lot of homework and a paper to write and was holed up in the library or a coffee shop all weekend, so Brandon and I had an evening out for dinner and drinks. We don’t do this very often – we’re both early to bed folks – and as a result it felt like we were out quite late when in actuality we were home by 9. We set the clocks forward and so we still had energy to cuddle up with some snacks and get started on the Paul McCartney documentary “Man on the Run” (so much bad hair in the 1970’s).

It was a nice weekend together and although we lost an hour, we made the most of it. I hate this time change, being a person who has to adjust to the increased daylight (sort of a reverse SAD). It will probably make me feel a little off-kilter this week. I hope you were all able to enjoy a similarly cozy weekend with friends and family and fill your cups a bit in preparation for another week ahead.

how was your weekend? (the one with lots of parentheses)

How was your weekend?

I had a busy Saturday (for me). I met with my brand new therapist (good and desperately needed in the midst of everything that is going on in our world right now which I don’t mention here) and enjoyed a girls night out with my daughter (excellent). We went to the Basement Burger Bar for messy burgers & fries and then ran across the street, dodging heavy wet snowflakes that suddenly swirled down through streetlights and neon, for a quick aisle scan at TJMaxx. (We ended up scoring a set of Snoopy sheets for her and a new Snoopy blanket for our den. We may have a Snoopy problem around here.)

I haven’t seen a movie in a theater for quite awhile but if there’s some sort of Gothic (or Regency or Victorian) epic sprawl playing, I’m up for it. (I think my last theater trips were for ‘Nosferatu’ and the big screen revival of the 2005 ‘Pride and Prejudice’ starring Keira Knightley’s collarbones.) My daughter was meh on the prospect of ‘Wuthering Heights’ but always likes visiting our retro 1920’s movie house and the idea of snacks and popcorn. She regretted her decision as she spent part of the film with her hands over her eyes and another part weepy (it was Heathcliff riding across the moors to Cathy’s bedside that did her in) despite my whispered protestations that these were really NOT great people and definitely NOT worth feeling sorry for. Her summary review through her muffled sniffles at the end: “Mom, that was two hours of bullshit.”

As for me, I enjoyed the movie much more than I thought I would, despite it being more “fan fiction” than anything else. Pros for me were the amazing costumes for Cathy, which felt very Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland, the almost Tim Burtonish set design, and Jacob Elordi. Cons were the romanticism of their toxic relationship, the massive changes from the book, and Margot Robbie. I like her a lot as an actress and thought she and Elordi were well matched, despite some criticisms I read of their chemistry, but for me, her icy and symmetrical loveliness was a miscast.

Sunday was another foray into bread baking. I’ve been nursing my starter “Charlie” for a few weeks, went out of the sourdough gate big and bold last weekend and ended up with a dense and gummy loaf that could have caused severe head trauma if dropped out of a second story window. This weekend I scaled back my expectations and did the easier King Arthur Rustic Loaf. There’s still a lot of room for improvement but Brandon and the kiddo ate several big slabs with butter before it was even cooled properly and gave it thumbs up.

In other news – it’s March! We have made it through the winter.