One of the reasons I like planning a few “anchor” events for my weekend is that I find a few plans still leave plenty of space for spontaneity — but without the mental sludge of worrying the weekend will be wasted (or spending my precious weekend time making plans).
My main anchor event this weekend was going apple picking with the kids at an orchard near my brother’s house, and then visiting my brother’s family Saturday evening. I also planned to do a long run of at least 70 minutes (half-marathon training), go to church, and celebrate my middle kid’s 3rd birthday.
What did that leave space for? Plenty. My husband called from the drive home on Friday night and mentioned that the Barnes Foundation — which has just moved to downtown Philly — had late night hours on Friday. So we packed up the three kids and went. The museum is quite striking, and it was fun to listen to live jazz, though let’s just say there’s a reason most people don’t take three small children to nice museums at bedtime. We lasted half an hour, maybe. Saturday morning I took a nap after doing the early shift with the baby. After, I did some coloring (with crayons and a glitter pen!) with my 5-year-old. It was quite Zen, drawing and coloring a butterfly. I was trying to make my crayon strokes all go in the same direction — which brought back unexpected memories of 6th grade social studies, when I had to color in a map of the various Soviet Socialist Republics. I was docked for making one, let’s say what was then known as the Estonian SSR, striped, not solid. That led me down a mental road of pondering how I memorized the names of the S.S.Rs, but learned absolutely nothing about their history, culture, etc. — information that might have been useful, given that the USSR broke up about a year later. There is a larger point here about the shallowness of education, even at good schools, but I digress. I wound up getting two long runs in (one 50 minutes, one 70 minutes). I made an apple crisp, which took care of 4 apples. That just leaves 80 to go! (And that’s after we foisted a bag on my brother). I spent half an hour making silly faces with the baby as we rolled around on some pillows. She was actually appreciative of my effort at making zucchini fries (with crushed tortilla chips as the breading). And she liked her brother’s ice cream cake.
There were some low moments, of course. My husband called it the “never again” look I had on my face at the Barnes museum. Next time, we get a babysitter. But overall, a pretty good few days.
Did you have any “anchor events” this weekend? And what happened spontaneously?
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