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It almost makes this Tuesday after a long Memorial Day weekend more bearable that here in my neighborhood, a gray screen has been pulled over the sky and little brown leaves are scurrying around in tornado fashion when the wind blows. This couldn’t be more unlike the three previous days, days that I can only hope are a harbinger of what’s to come this summer.
Doesn’t it sometimes seem like no expectations are the secret to a really good time? I’m not the biggest fan of hot summer holiday weekends. I never seem to have plans and always end up sitting in a park wondering why I’m not barbecuing for a crowd. But this weekend I had a wee little plan that involved running from the city to a suburban town where the streets are wide and lined with old trees and the yards are lush with azaleas, rhododendrons, and climbing roses. We had a picnic on a wide, sloping green lawn — complete with ants — and watched the clouds move slowly across the sky. We took naps in the afternoon with a breeze coming through the window into the hot upstairs bedroom. We took walks with frequent stops on shady benches and ate drippy ice cream cones. And I sat on the porch in the early evening, reading The Wapshot Chronicle, and drinking a dirty martini.
This is all to say that it’s a good thing today is a bit dreary or I would be very sad my perfect, picnicy weekend is not continuing with me poolside, reading, drinking a fountain soda from the pool’s snack shack, and eating these cold noodles.
