a weekend recap

I got to see Ethan this weekend. :) Our most relaxing weekends are my favorites. This one was one of them.

On Saturday, we went to one of our favorite little places for breakfast.  We sipped chais on the lanai outside and indulged in large breakfast burritos.

After running a handful of errands, we ended up at the Orange County swap meet, i.e. where you can buy nearly anything you can dream of for dirt cheap.

For me?  It's always VHS tapes. :)

I’m not much of a collector of things.  I don’t see the need, but it still feels weird that I don’t collect vintage cameras or dresses or records like some people I know.  But I realized this weekend that VHS tapes are my weakness.  They’re definitely not vintage and will probably never be worth any significant amount of money.  But they make me happy and that’s what matters.  I sifted through boxes and boxes of 50 cent and $1 movie bins and called out movie title after movie title to Ethan asking him if he’s seen all the classics I located. ;) I was finally able to narrow down the handfuls of movies I found to ten.  Ten movies for 8 dollars.  I probably could’ve bought up at least 50 more movies, but at least I know where to go if I want to get more next weekend.

After we wandered around there for the majority of the afternoon, Ethan took me home and I made my dinners for the rest of the week, watched Milo and Otis, and knitted a pretty yellow scarf.

Sunday was just as relaxing.  We took a slow walk over to a diner right down the street for a late breakfast/early lunch and took just as slow a walk back to my house.  Ethan played bass while I knitted some more and then we made popcorn, spiced cider and watched the shawshank redemption.

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Another weekend crossed off before deployment.  Another two days closer to D-Day.  But it was one of those slow, sweet weekends, like I wrote about before.  One where the time seems to slow—when tastes are more lovely and colors are brighter.





And if that is how we are going to be slowly, but surely, marking off those X’s on our calendars—not marching towards D-Day, but swimming slowly, gliding on our backs while the sun kisses our cheeks—then I will have no regrets about this time spent.  Only memories to reassure me that we lived this time out like we should.  Like the future doesn't matter because today is all we have.  Because today is good.  Because today is right here...and it is enough.