It’s a quiet Sunday evening. Rama’s working in the office, and I am sitting in our comfy chair in the corner of the living room, waiting for soup to simmer and pizza dough to rise. It has been a lovely weekend filled with family, friends and simple pleasures.
We braved the traffic Friday night to go to my parents’ house where a delicious dinner and four tivoed episodes of Project Runway awaited us. On Saturday, my dad and I made breakfast side by side, blueberry pancakes, bacon and eggs. Mom and I saw a chick flick while Rama went for a swim. And we had an iChat date with Ricky, Brooke and Calder, my 2 1/2 month old nephew. There was a lot of cooing.
Last night, Rama and I had leftovers sent home with us by Mom and Dad, watched the end of Mad Men and the beginning of Saturday Night Live. We split a package of Smarties, shipped from my cousin in Canada.
This morning, I met Sab at the farmer’s market. I bought two bags full of fresh fruits and vegetables, and she bought cowboy boots. Afterward, I picked up Rama and we went to the other side of town to see Christine’s ordinary sparkling show in Venice. It was anything but ordinary, and it was so good to laugh with Denise and meet another local artist.
As I sit here with aching feet and flour on my shirt, I feel so content. I have nothing big to celebrate and I haven’t had any earth-shattering revelations, but all the little things have made a world of difference.