Friday morning, we squeezed in a much-needed yoga class before heading to a bank appointment before catching "the big ferry" with minutes to spare. No surprise, then, that Friday afternoon I suddenly realized how exhausted I was after the first week of classes and plans for "dinner and a movie" date were changed to take-out sushi while watching Bones and Grimm. . . .
Saturday morning, my long run devours big chunks of time these days. 23 kilometres took me a few hours and then we were into baby-sitting privileges with a certain red-headed toddler. Highlight had to be the way she flashes her toothy smile, but if I weren't already smitten, the last half hour of her nap, which she snoozed away with her belly to my chest, her little cheek snuggled into my shoulder . . . .Ahhhhh. . .
And that evening, we celebrated a daughter's birthday belatedly by taking her and her partner out to check out a new restaurant. A bit of memory lane for Paul and I, as we'd eaten many times, decades ago, in Primo's Mexican Restaurant, a Vancouver stalwart for so long. The vegetarian fare served by the new occupant here will perhaps settle into a groove as well. . . for now, it's good enough but the menu needs focus, refining, and the service is still uneven, although friendly enough. We were impressed, though, by how full it was, and in a very slow restaurant week, early in January -- clearly people are looking for good vegetarian food, with an ambiance and overall aesthetic that goes far beyond hippie health food.
From vegetarian food on Saturday night to dim sum on Sunday was perhaps a bit ambitious. But that was the plan the kids had come up with, after numerous texting to determine the best current locale. We by-passed a number of suggestions to commandeer a large table at Western Lake, and by the size of the crowd trying to squeeze in when we finally left, this is a popular spot indeed. No other tables there of 12 obvious Caucasians, the place being full mainly of people whose ancestry and food culture are Chinese -- we ate a prodigious amount of wonderful dumplings and buns and custard pastries and vegetables and all sorts of ingeniously prepared and wrapped delights. We're now thinking we might try to go back with a friend or relative who speaks Chinese, or at least knows which are the best pictures to point to on the menu . . . .So good! And a really relaxed way to visit over food with two little people at the table. Especially if one of those brings a new My Little Pony friend or two. . .
So now we're back trying to get ready for our respective work weeks.
And before I do, I thought I'd try to boost my occasional Sunday Retrospective back into my blogging week mix. Here's a What I Wore from last week:
Now to revisit last week's posts, in case you missed them:
Last Sunday, I finally got around to arguing, tentatively, a connection between my Introverted Self and my (supposedly) Extroverted Curls. . .
and on Tuesday, I continued that effort in another post. . .
Friday was a folding-together of random: tiny speakers, unexpected pearls, snowdrops, little girls, and a knitted cats hat. . . .
And if you'll excuse me, I'm off now to make the most of those last few weekend hours. Has yours been restful? or productively busy? Remember to breathe . . . . Ahhhhhhhhh . . . .