The weatherman made a huge mistake and we had a beautiful weekend here in Seattle–despite his dire predictions of rain and cold. So between writing 15 pages (which is what The Plan had me writing over the weekend) I also replanted my deck pots with new annuals,
planted a new rock garden in the front yard,
ignored the rock garden still to be planted,
walked twice with my old critique partner, Darcy Carson, went for a bike ride and out to dinner with the DH for our anniversary (15 years!), swam at the local pool with the kids, helped the DH with his fence project,
sent the DH to the emergency room after a little mishap with a chisel (3 stitches and a tetanus shot later), and finally ended a lovely, busy, restful, delightful weekend with a dinner of Copper River salmon, lemon couscous, and vegies
on the deck watching the last of the weekend sailboats heading back to their respective marinas.