Summer Time

[darkemeralds]

Fantastic day! Fantastic weekend!

I seem to have so much free time. I had time after work yesterday to make dinner for avventura1234 and two of my nieces, then clean up my kitchen, then walk around the neighborhood, then time to come home and watch a (really good)(Canadian) movie. Time to read into the small hours, and yet time to get a good night's sleep.

Today I had time to lounge around with iced coffee before doing laundry and hanging it on the clothesline. Time to drink more coffee with avventura1234 and our mom, and show her the cool vision-training eye exercise we're both learning.

Time to ride a bus downtown and go nosing around at Art Media (cool art supply store) and Sûr la Table (cool cooking store). Time to stop at Kenny and Zuke's for the best, most real and delicious and non-cooked-freight corned beef on rye sandwich this side of New York City. Time to chat with the waitstaff and linger over the excellent cole slaw.

Time to wander through a sustainability fair in Pioneer Courthouse Square and shout at the vendors over a seriously rockin' electric-guitar version of "Also Sprach Zarathustra" being cranked out by some band on the stage.

Then I had time to catch a bus home in the afternoon scorch and wander at a not-heatstroke-inducing pace back to my shady, cool house. Time to fold the sunny laundry. Time to catch up on my flist. Time to make some pita bread and start a batch of hummus. Time to download a ton of fic (wink-wink, nudge-nudge to lamentables...) and even read some. Time to make a lime slushy in the blender. Time to drink it as it slowly melted.

And it's still only 10:30. It's still only Saturday! Where's all this time coming from? It's amazing.

Comments

[roseambr.livejournal.com]

Isn't it wonderful when we slow down enough to really enjoy the moment? Living in the NOW I think really stretches time because we aren't constantly worrying about what the next thing to do is. Or, worse yet, worrying about what we should be doing that we aren't. Just living moment to moment seems to help everything flow easily, pleasantly and slowly. Your day sounds wonderful and I'll bet Sunday is just as rewarding!

[emeraldsedai.livejournal.com]

You're right! There was no agenda--not really, so I was free to "go where the day takes me," as the saying goes.

Maybe the ultimate question that Project Empty is seeking to answer is, "How do I make most of my days like that?"

[vchrusch.livejournal.com]

Kenny and Zukes looks like one hell of a place for a sandwich and a few other things.

Sounds like you had a wonderful laid-back day.

[emeraldsedai.livejournal.com]

Kenny and Zuke's excellence is attested to by the fact that it has singlehandedly revived the little sub-neighborhood that it occupies downtown. There's almost always a wait, almost always a line, and those few formerly-seedy blocks around it now seem lively and hip.

Plus, you just don't find real corned beef and pastrami like that much anymore. Heavenly.

[lamentables.livejournal.com]

\o/ fic!

[emeraldsedai.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. With all the rec-trails your flist provided me the other day, I'm off on a whole new...um...toboggan run of ficcy goodness.

(I just read a lovely piece called "Likewise" [I think] by AUKestrel, depicting the night of Ray and Fraser's tenth anniversary, all snow and ice-cold Polish vodka and a nighttime sled run with an aged and crippled Dief, and northern lights. It was gorgeous.)

(Oh, and a hilarious short crossover, "A Partner Called Ray," in which Fraser's dad can see that Ray isn't Ray--seems to think he's some guy called Sam--but Fraser can only see that Ray seems a bit lost, and is apparently arguing with a ghost of his own, called Al. Seriously, I read it and then, like, three hours later the coin dropped as to what the crossover was, and I laughed out loud.)