The last weekend of the Year of Bliss totally snuck up on me. This morning, John told me via Twitter to enjoy this weekend because next week is “gonna hit like a ton of bricks,” and I had no idea what he was talking about. I thought he was referring to a project we’re working on (about which, more later—keep an eye on the blog).
I may be totally delusional or just blissfully ignorant, but I’m not really worried. I’m sure it’s going to be harder to be the solo at-home parent than I’m imagining, but I’ve always been more of a “react-er” than a worrier/planner.
Of course, it’s fully possible—maybe even probable—that next week will come and find me totally unprepared. The blog will go strangely silent. The phone will ring unanswered. Piles of laundry will develop intelligent life.
But I hope not. So, now I’m wondering how to adequately observe this, the Last Weekend. Any ideas?
Put all errands and chores on hold — all three of you should just spend all the time you can during the day together and enjoying yourself. Newport is the perfect place to do it. Have fun!
I’d start the day with a Monte Cristo sandwich at Ocean Breeze Cafe and then spend an hour or two on the Cliff Walk. Then take a drive to the southern part of the island and watch the kite flyers!
Aww, sometimes I miss Newport.
I’d spend it drinking and smoking, and maybe listening to some music at an inappropriate volume. (Too loud, not inappropriately quitet. That’s for losers.)