|Oh, this old thing? Just some homemade iced tea. No big deal.|
This weekend was probably the best sort of introduction to summer I could ask for: hot, filled with good friends and good food, and relaxing. Roger and I both got out of work early on Friday and met up in Union Square for a late lunch at Republic, and then wandered around the Greenmarket getting some plants and food for the weekend. I'm hoping to make the farmers market at Columbia more a part of my life this summer. I've been slow about treking up there to get the things I love - fresh milk, good eggs, real vegetables - and I've been sad about it nearly all year. Time to stop being sad and start making the trip.
Saturday I went for a run in the afternoon, even though I should have learned my lesson about that last Saturday. It's hot, I get dehydrated (even though I now have a fancy water-bottle!), I get exhausted, I run really slowly and I still end up walking for at least half my miles. I have to get more disciplined about running in the evenings, when it's a little less ridiculous out. We put our secondhand air-conditioner in the bedroom, too, and while I am pretty against AC in a moral/environmental/financial way, I really, really love being able to sleep comfortably. It's the first AC I've had in adulthood, and while I feel badly about having it, I'm trying to be conscientious and only use it at night on really hot days. We had some friends over for drinks and dinner and board games that evening, and they complained about how warm it was in the living room while I was cooking, so that must be a good sign!
Sunday we spent most of the day relaxing, and then saw some old friends for a barbecue. I made a German potato salad that was nearly as good as our family's resident Oma's potato salad (not quite, because, um, really now, what recipe isn't better when someone's grandma makes it?) and a "better than sex" cake, which was really quite good. Recipes to follow for both soon. Catching up with some people I haven't seen in years was really nice. It's fascinating to me that at one point in my life, I saw these people everyday, and now we all live about the same distance apart again, and yet go years without meeting. I've been thinking a lot about the nature of friendship and relationships in general, and this comes up a lot.
Roger's parents and brother came for brunch this morning, and it was nice to see them. We talked about careers and jobs, and as always when I talk about these things, I was left in a tizzy. At times, I'm so pleased to be just where I am, doing exactly what I'm doing. I feel I'm moving forward and toward the places I want to be. And then, at other times, I'm so anxious and impatient. I worry I've stagnated and settled, and that I'll never achieve any of my goals. I know it's silly to worry about - worrying won't make any goals happen sooner, and I always remind myself that life is about the journey - but when I think too hard about it, I just feel a bit too far from where I want to end up. So, needless to say, I froze a washcloth for my neck, brewed up some iced tea, and spent the rest of the day responding to emails, putting together more of my submissions spreadsheets, and generally preparing to keep moving forward, one step at a time. I think it made for a nice, balanced, long weekend.