The weekend started off like any other, with a lazy coffee and breakfast, and a few belabored attempts to talk ourselves into cleaning the house. As an allergic person, who lives with four cats and one mildly compulsive vacuumer, we seem to do a lot of cleaning. Lots of vacuuming, floor sweeping, wet mopping, pillow fluffing and furrowed brow sighing over cat hair and our intense desire to make our house look like we don’t actually have cats.
Sometimes, this house cleaning turns into house rearranging. More sighing choreographed by a new playlist and mad attempts to refresh our living space with a new configuration of art, furniture and fancy pillows. This was one of those weekends. A “quick clean” turned into an all day affair, slow progress of dusting and polishing and scrubbing, playlist adjusting, suggestions of eventually getting dressed, and eventually leaving the house. We did neither. By late afternoon we made ourselves hibiscus gin and tonics, and continued our foray into “move it one inch to the left and straighten that one on the right” and “what if we painted the trunk a warm light gray?” and on and on. The house is now clean, slightly rearranged, and we feel better for it.
As if the thrill of all-day Saturday cleaning wasn’t enough, the weekend had other plans for us. Sunday we threw caution (and laundry and work) to the wind, and joined our friends for brunch at Front Porch. Our friend Jason was in town for the weekend, and he was very easy to talk into taking a quick stroll through the Alemany Flea Market, followed by a drive out to Sutro Baths. We saw an otter, a hummingbird and a heron, then followed our little nature walk with a dinner of spaghetti and clams, wine. Our quick brunch in the morning turned into a daylong hangout and catch up, complete with a sleepover party before Jason flew out this morning at 6AM.