Whatta world

It's Sunday - and so far a lovely mixture of lazy and productive. I've just finished my laundry and I'm uploading photos on Shutterfly while I wait for carpet cleaner to dry so I can vacuum. I awoke very disoriented this morning, thinking for some reason that I'd slept very late when in fact it was only about 8:15. I contemplated going back to sleep, since I didn't go to bed until about 2:30 in the morning, but decided it would be much better to read and have my breakfast and coffee in bed. I ate lots of cereal and drank three cups of java while I dove into The Redbreast, a novel by Jo Nesbo that I picked up after Marisa reviewed it on Word Herd Leader. She's become my go-to source for reading material, which is quite handy. I haven't got very far in the story yet, but I'm enjoying the Norwegian McNultyesque Harry Hole and the flashbacks to WWII. It does make me realize, however, just how ignorant I am about history, and I may have to pick up some nonfiction WWII reading after this.



After a mostly stressful week I was glad to realize that, while it would certainly be beneficial for me to go to the office, it isn't necessary this weekend - and I calculated that a break from work would do more good than getting ahead. Yesterday I slept until 11, played around online (yes,my home internet is finally working again!), then went to the People's Fair where, amid rows of kitschy crafts along the lines of "Gone Fishin'" signs and mosaic mirrors in the shape of hemp leaves, I found the delightful Cyanide Stitches booth. I may wander over again today and buy something, as I was instantly enamored of their screen-printed (I think; I'm not so clear on art techniques) totes and pillows, cleverly hipster Instant Mustache bandannas, and adorable felt-adorned coin purses. Then Melanie and I went to see Get Him to the Greek, which was funny and an entertaining use of $10.50 - perfect early summer distraction - and had dinner at Jonesy's Eat Bar.

Jonesy's is known mostly for their excellent microbrew selection and their enormous plates of french fries with gourmet toppings - truffle aioli and parmesan, which I've had myself and much enjoyed, cheddar cheese sauce and bacon, thai ginger, or buffalo. Astonishingly, post-movie I wasn't in the mood for fries, so I had a mixed green salad dressed with champagne vinaigrette and a plate of mac and cheese, followed by a half dessert of dulce de leche pudding served with a spoonful of sea salt. I washed it all down with a can of Scottish Old Chub ale. It was all delicious, though the salad and dessert were the standouts in my opinion. We had a great table next to the window, which looked out on the park across the street. I'll definitely be going back, perhaps with my mom when she's in town.

Which brings me to something I'm very much looking forward to. I finally nailed down my mom's visit for the summer, mostly due to a fortuitous conversation I had with my friend Courtney. I was going on about how I was listening to Tapestry by Carole King for the first time in ages, remembering how much I loved it. Courtney mentioned that she sadly wasn't able to get concert tickets to see Carole King tour with James Taylor this summer, at which point I naturally googled the tour and found that they were coming to Denver in July and - best of all - there were still tickets available. I emailed my mom with the dates and prices, she responded within hours and I bought tickets for the lower level of the Pepsi Center - more than I would have spent, but Mom wanted not to be in the nosebleed seats - that same day. I'm excited for the concert for my sake but even more for hers; it's not often I find something out of the ordinary to do with my mom that I'm confident she'll love. Most of our time together is pretty low-key.

So that's all I've got for now. I'd better see how my carpet's doing and then put away laundry. After that maybe I can do one more productive thing before I lapse into laziness for the rest of my Sunday.