This Weekend

Posted on 23 July 2012

This weekend I did not unpack my writing room.

This weekend I sanded and peeled and scraped and primed.

This weekend I painted my kitchen bright purple. (We’re talking crazy-person purple.)

This weekend I took care of details for Bread Loaf.

This weekend I sat on the porch.

This weekend I ate Mexican two days in a row.

This weekend I saw a rescue cat who is the perfect combination of Saucy and Cirrus.

This weekend I adopted no cats.

This weekend I met a writing buddy but wrote for my job instead of myself.

This weekend I read two New Yorker articles and little else.

This weekend I did no real writing.

This weekend is already hard to remember.

This weekend is over.

Photo: Jenn and Tony Bot


11 responses to This Weekend

  • Paul Lamb says:

    In one of my boyhood homes, my mother had a purple kitchen. She said the color was periwinkle, and I still have fond memories of it.

    I didn’t do as much writing this weekend as I wished, but I’m buoyed by the fact that I ran my first 5K on Saturday (before the horrible heat of the day arrived).

  • Sarah W says:

    I admire your restraint about the adoption of cats and I envy you the Mexican food and your crazypurple kitchen.

    • Thank you. The cat rescue inside the pet store had a sign that said something like “Until there are none….adopt one!” I texted a photo of it to Peter to indicate that clearly we need to adopt all the cats. He didn’t seem pleased. Really, I think the universe should give me more credit for not constantly bringing home more and more cats.

  • Josephine says:

    in our last house–the one we bought from my stepdad and guttedd–we painted the kitchen school bus yellow. i was describing it over the phone to my best friend one day who lived two hours away, but had been my best friend since 4th grade and remembered what the kitchen looked like when we were kids.

    “it’s so yellow that i think it would make me crazy if I stared at it too long,” i said.

    “too late,” she said.

    • Ha!

      In my first job after college, our office was being painted and I was able to choose my color for my own office. I wanted yellow, and I picked what I thought would be a nice soft, but bright, yellow. It turned out much darker and brighter than I expected…I was still happy with it, but one of my coworkers enjoyed making passive-aggressive comments about the color. Hey, come to think of it, bright and obnoxious colors are just the way I roll. I need to embrace it.

  • Averil Dean says:

    I had a grass green kitchen once. It made me happy every single day. May your crazy-person color scheme do the same for you.

    • I was feeling a little insecure about the color (and, after all that work to paint it, disheartened at the thought of possibly having to paint it again in a more neutral color whenever we try to sell the house in the future) but now I’m coming around. It’s very me, and I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t pick the loud and obnoxious color. And purple! All I need to do is paint the trim/door and change the cabinet hardware and it will be good to go.

      Oh man, listen to me. Maybe I should be upstairs in my writing room instead…

  • I envy your porch sitting.

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