Weekends like this’ll either kill you or make you stronger!
The three day weekend got kicked off by my boss letting me go around lunch time…resulting in it feeling like a whole day off - = a FOUR day weekend!
As soon as I got home we set off for fish tacos at Houlihan’s and then a fun shopping spree at the Christmas Tree Shop. We got lights and tables and lamps for our screen house, cushions and a matching tray for our wicker chairs and more, we had so much fun!
Came home and set it all up and by then it was dinner time so we went to our “down-town” Haddonfield where it was festival time for “First Friday.”
That town completely switches personalities on First Fridays. Streets are blocked, vendors are all along the walkway, musicians ply their wares, it is just such a pleasure to walk along and enjoy. Strangely, while we go to other states and even other countries and meet people we know, or somehow have connection to, we almost never see anyone we know in Haddonfield….under 5 miles away!
We found our Bistro fully booked for about 25 minutes, so went instead to what used to be Rosa’s – I never know what it is called anymore, it has changed hands several times.
Service was incredibly slow, but the food was pretty good. We took our time over glasses of red wine and chatted and relaxed.
Later – beautiful night for a stroll, listening to the music – going down the street from jazz, to salsa to a rock and roll mix. For Lar a perfect evening should be topped off with a cone. We both opted for a gelato – mango and vanilla – making it perfect for him and awful for me! Apparently, mango water ice does not like me at all!
Next morning, you need to picture this: almost everything except for major furniture pieces from our bedroom, office and guest room have been temporarily located in our living room or dining room. Saturday morning began the move for all that back to its proper place AND everything except the major furniture pieces from the dining and living rooms being temporarily located upstairs in either the office or the guest room.
Does that sound insane?
It is! And it feels even worse.
It all started with our desire to ease the painful condition of our dear house’s wood floors. Due to my asthma, we have been unable to get someone to refinish them – can’t have the dust, can’t have the smells.
And then I found Mr. Sandless on line.
Two strapping great men arrived…..did the process on the upper floors and they are beautiful again. And we could walk on them same day. I’d call the only odor detected something like yellow soap. It had dissipated by bedtime. Not a cough, not a sneeze. And no dust!
We were so thrilled. And then they offered us a price we couldn’t refuse for the dining and living room. We jumped at it.
Without thinking that all that moving, only doubled would have to be done again.
We worked Saturday for a couple of hours on it and then happily set out in the car for Easton PA to celebrate our great-nephew’s 19th birthday and high school graduation. It was so good not to have to move more than was necessary to steer the car, lift a fork, hoist a can of beer or a bottle of water! And it was fabulous to spend more quality time with much loved family.
Sunday - more sorting, moving, tossing – the recycle bin is threatening to break off its wheels! Lar fears he’ll not be able to get it to the curb. After what seemed hours of back breaking moving, we decided to take some time off at the swim club. On the way out the door we grabbed up arms full of magazines we are determined to go through and toss. We spent a short time with son Larry and his family, and then headed home for a light meal. Oddly, I had another mango water ice at the pool, and again, stomach attack! Strange, but guess I’ve learned my lesson.
I fell asleep to the pounding and thuds of the various firework displays in the area. We used to attend every year, but somehow, the magic is gone for me, and Larry was just too tired to venture out.
Nevertheless, we celebrate the freedom of our great nation, and hold such gratitude in our hearts for the efforts it took all those years ago to throw off the yolk of servitude. And we hold dearly in our hearts as well, the prayer and the hope that our children’s children’s children will still enjoy that same freedom.
God, do, please, bless America.
Monday. What luxury! One more day of “no work”. Except that we worked some more, nearly finishing what we have to do to be ready for the floor refinishers on Thursday or Friday, and then off we went to seek breakfast, or at least brunch at the new English style Chip Shop just opened in Haddonfield. Much to our dismay, they offered only fish and chips, shrimp and chips or something else and chips today-having not been properly prepared to be open today. We both ordered fish and chips. We also had a really lovely scone, clotted cream and jam – I had lemon curd. Larry had iced tea; I had a small pot of hot tea. We were quite satisfied and determined to return another time when we finally walked back out into the heat of the day.
After a short stop at home, we headed out to return to the Christmas Tree Shop for two little side tables for the patio, to Home Depot for a number of items we were unable to get, and to the market (Wegmans) for some much needed provisions.
When we got back into the car, the temperature stood at 109! 109! I couldn’t believe my eyes! It only dropped as far as 105 by the time we’d driven home. Too hot to handle!
The three day weekend got kicked off by my boss letting me go around lunch time…resulting in it feeling like a whole day off - = a FOUR day weekend!
As soon as I got home we set off for fish tacos at Houlihan’s and then a fun shopping spree at the Christmas Tree Shop. We got lights and tables and lamps for our screen house, cushions and a matching tray for our wicker chairs and more, we had so much fun!
Came home and set it all up and by then it was dinner time so we went to our “down-town” Haddonfield where it was festival time for “First Friday.”
That town completely switches personalities on First Fridays. Streets are blocked, vendors are all along the walkway, musicians ply their wares, it is just such a pleasure to walk along and enjoy. Strangely, while we go to other states and even other countries and meet people we know, or somehow have connection to, we almost never see anyone we know in Haddonfield….under 5 miles away!
We found our Bistro fully booked for about 25 minutes, so went instead to what used to be Rosa’s – I never know what it is called anymore, it has changed hands several times.
Service was incredibly slow, but the food was pretty good. We took our time over glasses of red wine and chatted and relaxed.
Later – beautiful night for a stroll, listening to the music – going down the street from jazz, to salsa to a rock and roll mix. For Lar a perfect evening should be topped off with a cone. We both opted for a gelato – mango and vanilla – making it perfect for him and awful for me! Apparently, mango water ice does not like me at all!
Next morning, you need to picture this: almost everything except for major furniture pieces from our bedroom, office and guest room have been temporarily located in our living room or dining room. Saturday morning began the move for all that back to its proper place AND everything except the major furniture pieces from the dining and living rooms being temporarily located upstairs in either the office or the guest room.
Does that sound insane?
It is! And it feels even worse.
It all started with our desire to ease the painful condition of our dear house’s wood floors. Due to my asthma, we have been unable to get someone to refinish them – can’t have the dust, can’t have the smells.
And then I found Mr. Sandless on line.
Two strapping great men arrived…..did the process on the upper floors and they are beautiful again. And we could walk on them same day. I’d call the only odor detected something like yellow soap. It had dissipated by bedtime. Not a cough, not a sneeze. And no dust!
We were so thrilled. And then they offered us a price we couldn’t refuse for the dining and living room. We jumped at it.
Without thinking that all that moving, only doubled would have to be done again.
We worked Saturday for a couple of hours on it and then happily set out in the car for Easton PA to celebrate our great-nephew’s 19th birthday and high school graduation. It was so good not to have to move more than was necessary to steer the car, lift a fork, hoist a can of beer or a bottle of water! And it was fabulous to spend more quality time with much loved family.
Sunday - more sorting, moving, tossing – the recycle bin is threatening to break off its wheels! Lar fears he’ll not be able to get it to the curb. After what seemed hours of back breaking moving, we decided to take some time off at the swim club. On the way out the door we grabbed up arms full of magazines we are determined to go through and toss. We spent a short time with son Larry and his family, and then headed home for a light meal. Oddly, I had another mango water ice at the pool, and again, stomach attack! Strange, but guess I’ve learned my lesson.
I fell asleep to the pounding and thuds of the various firework displays in the area. We used to attend every year, but somehow, the magic is gone for me, and Larry was just too tired to venture out.
Nevertheless, we celebrate the freedom of our great nation, and hold such gratitude in our hearts for the efforts it took all those years ago to throw off the yolk of servitude. And we hold dearly in our hearts as well, the prayer and the hope that our children’s children’s children will still enjoy that same freedom.
God, do, please, bless America.
Monday. What luxury! One more day of “no work”. Except that we worked some more, nearly finishing what we have to do to be ready for the floor refinishers on Thursday or Friday, and then off we went to seek breakfast, or at least brunch at the new English style Chip Shop just opened in Haddonfield. Much to our dismay, they offered only fish and chips, shrimp and chips or something else and chips today-having not been properly prepared to be open today. We both ordered fish and chips. We also had a really lovely scone, clotted cream and jam – I had lemon curd. Larry had iced tea; I had a small pot of hot tea. We were quite satisfied and determined to return another time when we finally walked back out into the heat of the day.
After a short stop at home, we headed out to return to the Christmas Tree Shop for two little side tables for the patio, to Home Depot for a number of items we were unable to get, and to the market (Wegmans) for some much needed provisions.
When we got back into the car, the temperature stood at 109! 109! I couldn’t believe my eyes! It only dropped as far as 105 by the time we’d driven home. Too hot to handle!
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