Scenes from Saturday + Markets & Macarons

I’m not sure if it was the cool, dry weather on a weekend (finally) or stumbling across this quote from Annie Dillard as I finished up working on the manuscript on Friday, but we had a (mostly) ‘Yes’ day yesterday.

“One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now.”

We did not rake leaves, or empty gutters, or obsess over flashcards (okay, a little flash cards). We did not try to bottle up the day and squirrel it away. We let our instincts to be productive, or study, or workout, or hit that word count go dormant.

We wrung out the day and had no regrets.

You’d think we’d dragged her out of bed given the amount of groaning and fleece involved in this photo.

Okay, so you are never going to get Michelle to completely turn it off on a Saturday.

Part of her Saturday workout is scouring the basement for boxes and detritus to bring to the transfer station.

Neither of us (nor at least 65% of the rest of the town judging by the backup) remembered that because yesterday was Veteran’s Day, the transfer station was closed, so all of this packing stay packed in order to make a visit today.

Dash is still on constant lookout for his deer friends during our walks. I really need a cow bell for when he goes bolting off.

Lest you think I only torture the older one with weekend academics. Here is proof that Ally gets to teach me some fifth grade geometry.

If the school decides to change math programs again, I’m going to protest.

At least they can’t decide to change biology. Those flashcards are gold and should still be good in four years.

Just like Elvis, we took care of business early and then headed into the city to enjoy whatever the rest of the day had in store.

It appeared we weren’t the only ones with that idea. The city was bustling.

It was the first weekend for the holiday markets at the Seaport. That was our first stop.

If you’re local and have been before, they’ve made a change this year where they are limiting the amount of people inside. This is great once you are actually in, but there was a 20ish minute wait at both entrances.

A mild bit of mouth-watering torture was that our entrance was right near the pizza oven.

That was our immediate first stop. Well played, holiday market. Well played.

Not quite the same as Paris, but the macarons and (adult) hot chocolate weren’t a bad way to pass the afternoon as we browsed the stalls.

Look what I found on the wish wall.

If you keep hitting those flash cards, Cecilia, your wish will become reality.

We also walked the Greenway down to Chinatown to get some of our favorite bean and sesame pastries.

If you really want to see your teenager turn a vibrant shade of red, stop by the college dorm where your parents met for a selfie.

Finally, no day would be complete in our household without a Broadway sing-a-long.

Have a good Sunday. Don’t hoard the day. Spend the day!

MIKE'S WINDOW

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