Frith O’Steen

Sean is really awesome about Sunday mornings; generally they are the time in the weekend when I take off to do my own thing and he hangs out with little dude. Lately, my Sundays have been spent over at my sister Katil’s place, where she and Tully and I get together and knit (they have practically completed their projects, and I have achieved a whopping 14 rows of … something. (A scarf? A colorful knit flag? we’ll see!). Anyway, they’re out of town in Chicago with my folks this weekend, so this morning I took advantage of the gorgeous weather and headed out to Walnut Creek. It was bliss. Here’s the recipe for a perfect solo Sunday morning:

1. Start off with a nice stroll through town. Go early enough so there’s not lots of people there yet and the shops aren’t even open. You can enjoy the morning air, stretch your legs (which I don’t do enough), and just clear your head.

2. Enjoy the extremely bad art that has sprouted up in display booths up and down the sidewalks. Apparently it is the annual spring art festival, and the time of year where doctors’ offices stock up on waiting room decorations.

3. Meander through the farmer’s market, and smile at the little kids dancing to the accordian players playing “It’s a Small World”. Start thinking about going to Disneyland and trying to plan when you will go.

4. Go to the bookstore and enjoy picking out just the exact right picture books for acquaintances’ kids. Relish in the time you can take to find exactly what you want, because you are there on your own and it’s wonderful!

5. Splurge on a cool drink, find a shady bench by the fountain outside, and crack open the book you’ve been wanting to finish. Read, interruption free, guilt free…aaaaaah!

6. Realize you miss your boys and are ready to go home!