real hearts, a rainbow supper and doing nothing in particular

The weekend was like the most spectacular gift the gods of late summer could muster: sunshiny, clear, breezy and free of commitment.  It was the kind of weekend that enveloped me in its wide, generous arms and wouldn't let go.  And I was happy to stay there and honour its whims.  It was two days of hanging out in the harbour – people watching, reading, photographing, feeling the sun and relishing the freedom.  

None of my attempts to photograph the light on the lake can capture how spectacular it looks – like billions and billions of floating diamonds shining so bright they hurt my eyes. 

Me and a strawberry ice cream cone wander into a crowd of chuckling people to find a busker riding the smallest bicycle in the world.  Just beyond, a lady dressed in officy looking gear hobbles in painful looking high heels and sips from a giant can of Sapporo beer.

In the middle of one meandery walk I sit on a bench under a tree, and the feeling of the breeze on my skin is like swaths of silk being trailed across it.  A man sits next to me and we both try to capture photographs of greedy squawking seagulls going after bits of bread being thrown into the water by some girls.  His camera is much more impressive than mine, and I soon give up on the birds and try out some shots of peoples’ feet and legs as they walk by.

I loll on the grass and flip pages of a magazine while I watch the action on the water.  People crowding around the perimeters of tour boats and sailing ships.  Others kayaking and canoeing toward the island.  Sailboats leaning deep in the wind.  Plane after plane setting down into the airport.

Sunday, Carly texts me from the baseball game and says she will come down and meet me after.  We have a beer next to the bandshell and we’re glad we don’t have to listen to the bad girly hip hop music for too long.  Kelsey texts and she’s coming down too so we plan a simple meal and buy a bottle of wine and go back to my place. 

We eat baguette with olive oil and fresh grated parmesan and black pepper and we catch up on our news and plans.  We admire the colour in our meal: red field tomatoes, yellow corn on the cob, orange and red peppers, green asparagus.  We think the corn might be the best we’ve had this season.  Later Carly takes off to go meet up with some friends and Kelsey and I finish the wine.  I walk out with her to meet the streetcar, and then walk down by the water to try and hang on to that last few minutes of the weekend, feeling thankful for the spontaneous summer supper with my girls.

It’s the kind of weekend that sets you right again.  I’m facing Monday with a deeper suntan and a rested mind.   And it wasn’t until it the weekend was over that I realised just how much I needed those two days of glorious late summer and doing nothing in particular with them.


  1. Reply
    mrs mediocrity August 30, 2010

    Oh, I need one of those. It isn’t going to happen for quite some time, but thanks for letting me live vicariously through you just a little…

  2. Reply
    Jennifer August 30, 2010

    Oh I hope you get one sooner than later Mrs. M! But I’m glad you could share in mine.

  3. Reply
    Susannah August 30, 2010

    I loved hearing about your weekend and pictured everything! It sounded wonderful and just the sort of place I would like to hang out too.
    Thanks for writing it down so we could share it. 🙂

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    lisahgolden August 30, 2010

    That does sounds love. Any chance to simply meander is a delight.

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    Selma August 30, 2010

    Just reading about your weekend has restored me. Those types of days are real gifts. And you, you have such a gift for describing a scene as it is. I really admire you for that. Thank you for sharing such a lovely time!

  6. Reply
    Jennifer August 30, 2010

    Well thank YOU for coming by and reading it! 🙂

  7. Reply
    Jennifer August 30, 2010

    I agree! We should all meander much more!

  8. Reply
    Jennifer August 30, 2010

    Wow, well thanks for saying so. Happy to be able to share those moments with people like you.

  9. Reply
    brian August 30, 2010

    nice. sounds like you had a spectcular weekend…hope monday was smooth adding no tarnish…smiles.

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