We had one of those good-for-the-soul weekends.
We met new people. We tapped our feet while listening to a local a capella group. We picked Mom and Dad up at the train station.
I played some Schubert, we heard some (wonderful) Beethoven.
We roasted a chicken, sampled Virginia sparkling cider, prayed in church.
I shopped with Mama, we drank lots of mugs of tea, we gulped in cool September air.
I locked my keys in the car. (Not good for the soul.)
I was rescued by a combination of Dad, Uber, and USAA Roadside Assistance. Mostly Dad. And he was repaid with more sparkling cider.
We told stories, we joked, we spit out our words during a rousing round of Catch Phrase.
I went to bed tired and thankful. Thankful that our new lives in our new home have plenty of room in them for weekends like this.
p.s. Also good for the soul--painting furniture. The above dresser is in our attic and I'm thinking of painting it in Miss Mustard Seed's "Grain Sack" and updating the hardware. What do you think?