Our weekend was a sweet one. Temperate spring weather hung on, so we enjoyed plenty of time outside in the jasmine-scented air. Pete and I had happy hour on the porch after Grant’s bedtime. The music doctor has learned a great variety of major seventh chords so the vibe was very bossa nova. We walked to breakfast, picked up a few second hand toddler toys at a yard sale and cruised an art festival. We caught up with friends at an year-end party and a birthday gathering.
Sunday church was beautiful this week too. Our church played host to the bishop, and true to form, he shared wisdom and insight. He urged us to see God and love in our everyday interactions. Where art inspires serenity and peace, God is there. When breaking bread with a hungry little child, God is there. I couldn’t help but think of Ubi Caritas, my favorite text. Loosely translated: God is charity and love, and where you find love you’ll find God. Amen and alleluia.
What a nice weekend. Hope yours was great too.
Images via Instagram as usual. The best camera is the one you have with you, right?
Saturday we played hooky from our usual weekend activities to take a little road trip. In the days of old, we’d find ourselves driving much further to the sugar sand beaches of the Florida Gulf Coast, but with our little guy’s schedule and gas at $4 a gallon, keeping it local is attractive.
Our first stop was a county welcome center we have driven past countless times. It’s a spot with a nice little view and birdies a plenty to watch from a big deck overlooking the bay.
We meandered down the road a piece for a picnic lunch and some sunshine time with a few of our oldest and best beach buddies.
Grant loved it. I thought he might be bothered by the sand in his toes and the wind and the bright sun but I was oh so wrong. He happily played with this beach ball (great party favor, thanks Abby!), shoveling sand in and out of a bucket, watching the sandpipers nearby and feeling the waves wash up on his tiny little feet.
Also loads of fun: crawling in and out of a chair. Repeatedly.
There are hiking and biking trails just steps away from the beach, so we next time we’ll have the opportunity to recreate in the salty sea air just 45 minutes from home.
We picked up some grouper on the way back and prepared a delicious dinner. It was a perfect ending to a fresh from Florida day. We will have to repeat this fun trip again very soon.
Photos via Instagram. I can’t stop!
Lunch dates with Pete are one of the best parts of my week. Lately we’ve been having lunch together on Fridays. It’s a great day to sneak away from the office for a little time together. I know date night is popular but I’m fine with lunches for now. Little Grant’s at daycare so there’s no need to call a sitter. It’s the perfect break in the work day and a nice pre-weekend ritual to boot. Today’s lunch date is planned for a new(ish) cafe in our neighborhood. I’ve already decided on a chicken salad sandwich with collard green salad. Can’t wait to eat, and even better, to enjoy the company I’ll be keeping.
This picture is an oldie but a goodie; I took it almost exactly two years ago on my second trip to Uganda. Whenever we meet for lunch I seem to remember that day: the steamy walk up the hill from Backpackers in Mengo, the crisp, sweet taste of a delicious cane sugar Coca Cola, Pete and his knockout Luganda skills, and actually enjoying matooke. Fond memories from great lunch date…
Life lately has been colorful: lots of flowers in bloom and bright sunlight. Along with the glorious spring comes plenty of sneezing, but thanks to a great many prescription drugs it’s manageable. Pete has been out of town for the past couple of weeks so Grant and I have been left to our own devices. We’ve been to the park and spent lots of time strolling around our neighborhood. After he goes to bed I have been practically inhaling novels, and even watched an intellectually stimulating film (can you believe I’d never seen Baby Mama?). It’s a far cry from the days when Pete was doing fieldwork in Uganda and I would read for hours and hours every night for months at a time. It’s still fun to zoom through quick reads but I am so grateful for life’s other distractions these days.
Also new around our house:
Watch out world.
Uganda was on my mind all week. In March 2009 and again in March 2010, I paid visits there, when my husband was conducting dissertation research. We did the requisite amount of touristy stuff, but Pete also took me to a number of places off the beaten mzungu path.
I hadn’t expected to enjoy my time in Uganda as much as I did. That place seeped into my soul. I certainly didn’t expect that two years later I would crave the opportunity to return there, and I know someday we will. For now I will cherish the memories I have, and keep in touch with Ugandans I know and love.
As a native Iowan, March used to conjure images of dirty, slushy snow and incessant cold – never ending winter. But after those trips, March elicits the desire to drink delicious tea, eat lots of chapati and Indian food, feel the wind in my hair as a boda speeds through Central Kampala, and hear more Luganda, just to name a few.
Uganda was on my mind long before Invisible Children blew up social networks twith its simplified and emotionally exploitative 30 minute video. I’m still considering my response to Kony 2012 and after I’ve had more time to digest and edit I will post something here. (You know, for all two of you reading.) In short, I’m critical of what I saw and am delighted to hear that so many others agree.
In the meantime, please enjoy a few gratuitous photos of one of my favorite places on Earth. I took thousands and it’s impossible to summarize a place with just a few images so consider it a glimpse from my view.
A few scenes from life lately.
We had a pretty quiet weekend. We had nice visit with friends Friday after work. We stayed around the house most of the weekend, except for lunch out on Saturday and church on Sunday. On Saturday I made a breakfast of lightened up silver dollar pancakes. We FaceTimed with Gma and Gpa Sunday, and I stayed up late to watch the Oscars. Now I have a list of movies I can’t wait to see. I made our favorite granola so breakfast will be tastier in the days ahead, and we enjoyed lots of laughs with Grant (see the video; I could listen to 0:09-0:13 on repeat all day).
It was a pretty quiet and uneventful weekend. Sometimes that’s the very best kind. I hope you had a great weekend too.