Saturday, to me, is the best day of the week. It is the one day where anything can happen. We can either sleep in, let the day skip by us outside our bedroom window, or we can wake and go find some sort of adventure. There is so much value in both options. Sometimes, you just need to rest. Other times, there is this spontaneity that wells up inside...this feeling or need to go out and do something that isn't part of the normal week.
This past Saturday, was a resting day. Although I didn't sleep past nine-thirty in the morning, we had no plans set up other than a birthday party later in the evening. On most weekends, if I wake up before Nikki, I'll make myself a cup of coffee, sit in the living room, read the news, etc.. Yesterday, I dedicated the majority of my morning to baking cinnamon rolls, and attempting to make a Flat White.
While the flat white turned out to be more like a cappuccino, and the cinnamon rolls were a little over-done, the morning turned out to be very pleasant.
This past Saturday, was a resting day. Although I didn't sleep past nine-thirty in the morning, we had no plans set up other than a birthday party later in the evening. On most weekends, if I wake up before Nikki, I'll make myself a cup of coffee, sit in the living room, read the news, etc.. Yesterday, I dedicated the majority of my morning to baking cinnamon rolls, and attempting to make a Flat White.
While the flat white turned out to be more like a cappuccino, and the cinnamon rolls were a little over-done, the morning turned out to be very pleasant.
Later in the arvo, Nikki and I were having a discussion about what to do during the day, and both of us had a desire to sit and read for a while. Reading is something that, unfortunately, doesn't happen much recreationally these days. As much as we enjoy it, it never seems like it could be a very stimulating activity to indulge in for an afternoon (and often, we already have plans that have filled up the day). As we didn't have anything planned for the day, it was a perfect opportunity to pick up a book and jump into a story.
So, for a good portion of our day, we reclined in our lounge room, each reading one of the books from C.S. Lewis' "The Chronicles of Narnia". It was a great reminder that even a day of rest can have a little bit of adventure worked in, even if not in a physical sense.
So, for a good portion of our day, we reclined in our lounge room, each reading one of the books from C.S. Lewis' "The Chronicles of Narnia". It was a great reminder that even a day of rest can have a little bit of adventure worked in, even if not in a physical sense.