quiet fourth

It's turning out to be a quiet weekend. We were invited to a party today a few doors down from where we live. I saw the host two days ago; he seemed pleased that we were attending. Then yesterday, a phone message said that suddenly, there was way too much work to do around their house. The party was canceled, but we were still welcome to "stop by." I am so confused by the invitation, non-invitation, and kinda-invitation, and Robert was so convinced that "stop by" meant "help us with our weeding" that we've decided to ignore the whole thing.

Instead, we're going out by ourselves for southeast Asian food -- melting-pot food, to match our melting-pot country, in one of the most melting-pot cities I know of.

This morning, we woke up early, walked to the farmer's market, bought shell peas and bread, and talked to a distant neighbor for a bit. Then we headed to our local cafe and hung out with friends for a while while sipping coffee drinks before walking home.

Yesterday, a day off for both of us, I went swimming while Robert slept in. We walked downtown for haircuts, stopped in at a newly hung art show for our own private viewing, and walked home. Later, we headed to Lexington for an hour-long walk on the rail trail. We bumped into a friend -- a colleague from several jobs back who caught us up on some company gossip. We broke away when we realized we were all getting eaten alive by bugs newly hatched after the rains.

We finished up just as the skies opened and headed off for dinner to a recent find -- a Mexican restaurant that I knew even Robert couldn't mock. He was indeed very happy, though he mentioned a Mexican restaurant in western MA that he likes slightly better. We'll have to go there later this summer when we're out that way.

For now, skies are blue, there's a light breeze, and our solar panels are finally getting a nice workout. Happy fourth.