I gave myself the gift of an extra long weekend by taking the Friday and Tuesday off around Labor Day. Five glorious days of not getting up in the dark and driving to work in the glare of oncoming traffic (I’m already tired of it, and it’s barely September) or putting on faux adult armor. Yess!
I slept in until after daybreak on Friday, aided in my slothitude by the cats, who are always up for a day of underachieving. Dodge slept against my legs – he always has to be touching me when he sleeps – Clyde was cuddled up to me, and Audrey was glaring from my pillows, hating the Whos from the top of Mount Crumpet.
I realized that I would be able to attend the Farmers’ Market in the Village, which is only open for a couple of hours and only on Fridays in the summer. I took an unnecessarily long shower, enjoying the rain shower showerhead and the lack of hurry. I did not apply makeup or hair products or blow dry my hair, and left the house with my hair wet, heedless of who I might meet in my unadorned state (spoiler alert: I actually did not meet anyone I knew. Bonus!).
It was a beautiful day, bright with sunshine but not hot, even at my house, and with a nice little breeze. Arriving at the Village, I found a parking spot just steps from the market:
One thing about my siblings having such an epic garden is that they basically already grow everything you can buy in a local farmers’ market. But it was nice to wander in the sunshine, taste olive oil, and other people’s fruit and vegetables. I did buy some sausage and plum jam with cardamom from Petit Teton, located in beautiful Anderson Valley:
as well as some lemongrass cocktail mix for later.
Conveniently for me, the two hours the market was open coincided neatly with the three hours the wood-fired brick oven pizza place is open:
There were some interesting choices:
but this time, I had to try the spicy salami. It was fantastic:
Megan and I are plotting a girl night starring that pizza, some wine, and silly movies if/when our schedules ever allow.
Back home, I made some delightful cocktails with the lemongrass cocktail mix and some sparkling pink wine:
Here’s to an extra-long weekend!
A YEAR AGO: Welcome home, little Dodge! What did we ever do without you?
FIVE YEARS AGO: Shopping for doorknobs.
TEN YEARS AGO: I sold my incredible diamond ring. I regret this now. I imagine the people who bought the house I was renting then high and sold it low regret that now, too, especially since it’s now worth $200,000 more than they sold it for.
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO: Yup. I still feel the exact same way about the Olympics and politics.