I wonder if years from now I will remember where my weekends went. Just in case I don’t, this is what I did on the 2nd weekend of April in 2010.
It began with two new pairs of shoes on sale, which is a nice way to start a weekend. I can’t wear flats; my arches are too high and by the end of the day everything hurts from the shins down. These are nice. They have a very low heel, maybe an inch. It’s just enough of a heel, if you ask me.
On Friday evening we went over to my in-laws to celebrate Easter. Last year’s shirt is too big on me. (Yay!) This year’s boobs remain the size of genetically modified casaba melons. (Boo!)
On Saturday we did stuff around the house. The Mister picked weeds and I went to Target for exciting things like diapers and cleaning supplies.
We ate Chipotle for lunch.
I swept all the floors, did a few loads of laundry (no folding), and cleared off the dining room table. The Mister and Mikey went to see the Angels with my brother-in-law and niece. Hmm. I stayed up late reading.
My brother and sister-in-law gave me yellow tulips on Easter. I admired them all week, and every time I passed them I reminded myself to take a picture before they faded. I was a bit annoyed I didn’t get to it until Sunday morning, but now I am glad for the delay. The picture is far more interesting with the tulips beginning to falter.
Then I noticed the orange blossoms outside my kitchen door. Did you know that an orange blossom has tucked inside a little baby orange? It’s true. Look.
We went to church. Our church has a new priest and he is quite awesome.
Afterwards we went for breakfast and in the parking lot bumped into the guy who sells strawberries out of the back of his pick-up truck. You guys, you have to try these strawberries.
Sunday is the official day to walk around the neighborhood and take pictures of flowers, don’t you know. It’s pretty easy to do here in the Inland Empire. The people around here like to putter in their gardens.
I saw Spanish Lavender.
And, of course, twenty million orange trees.
I don’t know what this papery pansy-like flower is, but the interior looked like it was housing a pearl.
I don’t know what this blue cone is called, either. And you don’t even want to know how many pictures I had to take to get one that is only moderately blurry.
What do you make of that mesh bag hanging with the bird-feeder? Is it another type of feeder?
That was my weekend. How was yours?