Weekend Ritual

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?

8 thoughts on “Weekend Ritual

  1. Ms Victor Reads says:

    Mmm, sounds yummy! I love scones! My weekend routine is reveling in the gift of time and not leaping up to exercise (that still happens, just not so immediately). I usually have a 5AM alarm on weekdays but while online I am not settling an alarm, knowing I will wake up in plenty of time and had a shock today waking up at 6! I loved reading the detail of this popular spot.


  2. Fran McCrackin says:

    No, but now I want to!
    Well described. My favorite part is putting on your warm layers, slipping into sneakers, sneaking your credit card into pocket (you got my attention there!) er buds in, podcast que’d up… I wanted to be doing that too, as I read it.
    Not to mention choosing the delicious baked items.
    (I also think, though this isn’t a “Covid year piece”, that the details of spacing 6 feet apart and using the credit card reader will remind us of this year when read later.)


  3. amyjuengst says:

    You have my mouth watering. I never made it to Village Sweet in time to buy one of their yummy treats when I worked at Swanson. Thanks for the weekend patronage idea!!


  4. Orval Jewett says:

    Oh my goodness! I was there with you, waiting to get into this amazing bakery/breakfast shop. They close when they run out? It would be lovely to have a place like that around here. I loved the imagery, the anticipation you built through your writing. I can almost taste the scones. I miss a good scone. That’ll be one of the first things I get for myself once we’re out of this pandemic.


  5. MegMcCormick says:

    Wow I must find a way to get to Village Sweet! Your sensory details have left my mouth watering! I especially related to weekend wake up and the natural light as well. I love walking to Eastern Market and grabbing a coffee from Peregrine for my weekend ritual.


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