Today’s ask is simple: What was the best part of your weekend?
Mine was so good it was hard to pick just one. I decided it wasn’t the endless snacks from the market, it wasn’t the fresh flowers I bought myself from a sweet little neighbourhood general store, it wasn’t the vegan soft serve, it wasn’t the cat cuddles, it wasn’t the art gallery with a dear friend, it wasn’t the sunshine warm weather, it wasn’t the museum visit in Canada’s oldest Chinatown here on the island with a delightful volunteer with lots of knowledge to share (shoutout Phil!) … these were all amazing ways to spend my time.
However, the best part of my weekend was yesterday afternoon, when I exited the heat and walked up many stairs to an air-conditioned jazz club, for their Sunday jam session. Band after band took the stage and my hips wiggled and my feet tapped and my face smiled.
If that wasn’t already bliss enough, the best surprise happened. A new band took the stage and I quickly recognised that the bass player was the dear Dad of my past roommate (who I lovingly refer to as my Dad, so I suppose this was my Grandad on stage). I had no idea he could rock like that. So my day was filled with dance, ginger ales (and therefore sugar highs, hello free refills) and cuddles from my fake grandparents.
My weekend, like almost all weekends, was pretty quiet. But I made poetry, which I don't do often anymore, and then I shared it, which I do even less often. That was nice.
Ahhh, that is so fabulous!!!
It truly was so fab!
How was your weekend, lovely?
Sounds like a great time 🙂
My weekend, like almost all weekends, was pretty quiet. But I made poetry, which I don't do often anymore, and then I shared it, which I do even less often. That was nice.
That's so wonderful! I love that your brought that element of play into your weekend with your poetry.