Scenes From The Weekend

That tree. I can't stop looking at it. Standing tall in the center of our local park, I pass it by no less than twice daily and pause to stare every time. That's what I did this weekend. A lot of looking. I was struck dumb by Friday's sunset on the tennis courts (pictures to come tomorrow). I had Saturday to myself and while most of it was spent taking care of several odds and ends around the house, I took myself on a long afternoon walk for flowers, pastry and time to think and fill my lungs with fresh air. 

I came home and baked bread just as day gave way to night, timing it so the aroma greeted Emma and Tiho after their day trip to Ithaca to retrieve the remainder of Emma's boxes and furniture. We ate the loaf and licked butter from our fingers before settling in to watch a movie.

On Sunday, I watched my beautiful best friend deliver her very first sermon at a progressive church in the west village. She is currently pursuing a master of divinity in Columbia's Union Theological Seminary while also in the process of becoming ordained. Listening to her sermon made me cry. I am not a usual church-goer but will be returning to this one. I respect and admire the church's philosophy and commitment to peace and social justice. I smiled when I saw the following printed on the program:  "all believers and unbelievers and maybe believers are welcome...regular church hours, irregular church scene."

The remainder of Sunday included a delicious lunch at La Lanterna Di Vittorio followed by a quiet evening at home with my love.

Now, Monday, and a week of celebrations and goodbyes.  What will you be doing?