I spent the weekend at the most mundane of tasks. Drank wine with my friends on Friday night and hiked a little while on Saturday afternoon and swept long fronds of glittery red dog hair off my sofa. Sunday was
breakfast out with CR and I took my notebook to the new Starbucks to write by hand looking at my home mountain, then shopped for groceries and put them all neatly away, taking comfort in a blue glass bowl of lemons and the crisper full of watercress and lettuces, and a basket of tiny red tomatoes. I went to a movie (Martian Child–I do so love John Cusak) and remembered that it’s more interesting to write about men who are smart than perfectly good-looking.
It’s good to travel. It’s equally good to come home and take up the threads of ordinary life again.