During the week, my alarm is set for 5:30am and I arise (ok, sometimes, I hit the snooze once or twice). And then I spend my day, busy with all things teaching. But Saturdays and Sundays, I don’t even set the alarm. My internal clock will still wake me around 6:30am and as I open my eyes, the room is a tiny bit brighter from the natural light of the morning. These mornings just feels better without an abrupt blaring forcing me to rise.
Instead of rushing to my laptop to start preparing for a day of teaching, on this weekend day, I pull on layers my clothing, slip into my tennis shoes, pull on my hat, sneak my credit card in my coat zipper pocket, place the earbuds in my ears and queue up a podcast. Then I head out for a walk. My destination: The Village Sweet. It’s a mile from my house and has become my pandemic weekend breakfast carryout ritual.
They open at 8am and close when they sell out. I’ve learned the hard way to arrive closer to opening time to have more choices. Today as I joined the four customers ahead of me in line, I glanced to see that the handwritten menu listing today’s treats had nothing crossed out. Yet. I dutifully joined the line, standing 6th feet apart. The store front ceiling to floor windows today is dripping with condensation. I pauce my podcast and I start thinking about the hot ovens in the back kitchen filled with scones and breads. Which will I choose today?
“Can I have one dark chocolate orange scone and one irish cheddar and one bagette?” I tell the perky high school cashier. I insert my credit card into the reader. She hands me a box and the bagette. I walk away as I see the line remains four people long. I press play on my podcast and walk back home. There I cut each scone in half and my husband and I share these “baked from scratch daily” treats as we slowly begin our weekend. Yum!
Do you have a weekend ritual?