Weekends are sacred, we’re told. I learned this at school, had it reinforced upon me when I started working a ‘career job’ and, if I’m honest, it’s something I often hold on to even now. But since recognising when and where I’m naturally productive and motivated, a weekend can be whenever you wish it. Last week, mine started on Friday.
A precious, slow morning waking up to the comforting caress of my favourite lo-fi playlist. Late October is certainly that time where mornings start to feel trickier: the dark is thick when I wake up, but my eyes strain to adjust to the light when getting up. So I head downstairs, legs lazy, and pour coffee from the French press. Oh the perks of living at home! Next, a shove to open the sticky back door. Coffee enjoyed whilst perching beneath the molten orange leaves of our acer tree. I finished reading The Overstory this week and now most of my spare time is spent thinking about trees. It’s sort of magical to watch its leaves gently tumble to the ground, the most natural thing in the world; the easiest way to do good.
Week-ends have been blogging time for me, for over 10 years, so I open up my MacBook Air, put on some music and relax into my favourite hobby, the one that’s always felt the most natural to me. That’s where I’m beginning this post.
It’s the best feeling to wake up to ice-blue, clear skies in October. The sun hits just-right, just enough warmth but letting us don cosy knits and coats all the same. We head out for coffee, to run errands and enjoy a lil vegan Nando’s. The new Great Imitator Pitta is everything! Then, we head home – tired from the gravity of being outdoors during a pandemic. Shoes are sanitised, masks popped in the wash, cosy clothes on. Sink into soft sheets and grab my old faithful Nintendo 3DS XL; I’ve restarted my town on New Leaf and there’s not many woes that playing this game with the sound turned up won’t fix. I catch a few bugs and fish to sell at Re-tail, so I can finish paying off my first house loan. For some reason, playing this game slowly feels great.
Mustn’t forget to watch Strictly Come Dancing tonight, for it’s the first show of the series. Through autumn, my favourite ritual is to make dinner, pop the show on, light some candles and snuggle in for a few hours. Tonight we make a vegan pad Thai (SO delicious), and Harvey sets up his streaming schedule for next week whilst I make my own Strictly scoreboard.
And, with the persistent pull of an October evening, the clocks fall back and the weekend dwindles down. Sunday, this week, is for watching Rebecca on Netflix, playing hide-and-seek with Discord friends, and preparing for something oh so exciting.