So the week after my Monica Geller stint brought on a weekend of Homer Simpson sloth. It was rather glorious. I spent all day Sunday on the sofa reading the newspaper. All day because I rolled out of bed at 11am, which is late for me unless I'm headed to work.
Friday brought nothing special. In fact it was so not special, I barely remember it. No wait... that was the night I met Flatmate Suzie's Prodigal Brother. Ok, it's all starting to come back to me. He's been in Canada for 2 years and has just returned home. So just returned that it was FS's first time to see him. He got out of the taxi and I'm not sure if she didn't see him or didn't recognize him, but he got his arm almost all the way around her before her first cry of exclaim was out of her mouth. Prodigal Brother is a handsome man. Handsome in the vein of Hugo Boss model. Friday didn't suck. We all had a few drinks, they reminisced, I tried to disappear into the floor. It was nice to meet him, but had I known it was the first time they'd seen each other, I'd have stayed home. It's always difficult to really catch up with your sibling when others are around and you need to be polite. You can't really get into anything. I think it wasn't as satisfying as it could have been, but It was still a good night. He's a nice guy, she's always funny, I got out of the house.
Saturday instead of cleaning my room like a good girl, I heeded the advice of Flatmate Suzie and signed up for a library card. Haven't had one of those in ages... and then I checked out all the books I've been avoiding buying for my up-coming trip to Italy with Melanie and company. And I got all of them, current editions even. I hadn't thought they would have such an extensive travel section. Evidently I was wrong.
It was such a glorious day I decided to walk everywhere. To the food co-op, to the gym by my house, to the library. Then I walked down to St. Stephens Green (big park donated to Dublin by the Guinness family some generations ago) and laid on the lawn reading my Naples Guidebook. Reading isn't probably the word for it. Diving in and out is more apt. It's quite a formal garden with manicured greens, boscos, fountains. Very lovely and Victorian. The green was filled with people just lolling about. The gates outside were hung with artwork for sale. Kids everywhere, playing, squealing, chasing pigeons, squealing more. Groups of friends just hanging out talking, reading, some taking naps, others playing games. We don't use our parks and I think it's a shame. Personally, I never knew what to do in a park other than be a kid or play tennis. I'm learning... I watched on pair of brothers run around. I guess they were 2 and 4, both so cute and so little boy. Chasing pigeons, chasing each other, running back and forth to mom and dad. 2 year old actually ran with his arm out in front of him yelling "fuuuuuun!" after he dunked it in the fountain. Considering his father busted him trying to dunk his whole body in the fountain, I'm surprised he was content with just a wet arm. But he was. Had a cute little 101 Dalmations hat on his blonde little head. So cute... I can't wait for my sister and brother to start families. Not together, obviously. We none of us live in Kentucky. But I really can't wait to see them running around after little kids. I sat there pretending to read for close to 2 hours, under the shade of a tree. The sky was a deep shade of blue with puffy clouds, birds chirping. Then I went and called my mother. We talked for an hour and a half. We were still talking when we hung up. Saturday was a good day.
Sunday I literally didn't change out of my PJs and didn't move much farther than the sofa. FS kindly dropped the paper on the coffee table or else I'd have had to run to the little shop and that would have been a shame. Not to mention scarey for the neighbors. Its one thing to take out the trash in my PJs, its entirely another to run errands in the village in my PJs. I think they'll all appreciate the effort I made in not leaving the house.
Tonight I'm either going to see Franz Ferdinand and Scissor Sisters in concert or I'm going to the gym. Hmmm... wonder which I'll chose if given the chance?
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