Ah, the weekend

Hi, Amanda,

I wonder what you have going on this weekend...parties at the fire pit? fishing or football with JJ? just trying to stay sane? All of the above?...

I am heading up to Boston tomorrow to see W. He has a game Monday night and I'm coming up with chili, which I'm making right now, for his tailgate. I thought about going out between my physical therapy appointment this afternoon and cooking (something didn't seem right about spending Friday night cooking for my boyfriend's tailgate (that I'm not even going to!)), but decided against it. I'd rather spend the money in Boston, at a TJs that sells wine. Anyway, I'll be back early Sunday, in time to do my nesting, maybe make some pizza and sip some Sangiovese, do some writing. Aside from seeing W, I am really looking forward to the fall foliage on the Mass Pike--80 miles of stunning scenery.

Okay, maybe I'm also looking forward to wearing my new leather jacket. Do you know I have never owned a leather jacket in my life? Ever. Well, until now. I ordered one on line (risky, I know, but they had 3 month deferred billing) and it fits. I wish the sleeves were a little bigger, but it's not a flaw of the jacket (you know those really poorly tailored blazers with shoulders broad enough for a linebacker and arms as small as straws?), it's me. I figure it'll stretch. I'll wear a long sleeve v-neck t-shirt with it to start, and eventually maybe I can wear it with one of the cashmere sweaters I treated myself to last year (which I love and can't wait to wear again)....

There is a nip in the air we haven't had yet, and it's wonderful. Now that I've taken out my autumn harvest decorations, and have the scent of apple cider wafting about (I bought apple cider scented diffuser refills last weekend from Bath and Body that smell absolutely delicious) I'm ready to start making my Christmas lists. Okay, maybe not that since I'm broke and can't think about shopping for Christmas, but I am ready to make the closet switch and take out my fleece. Next time I go to a football game to see S cheer on the Pop Warner boys I don't want to be in sandals and capris. I want to be in shoes, my leather jacket, a cashmere sweater. I want to pay the Boosters Club a buck for some watery hot cocoa and wish I had some Kahlua nips in my purse. Life would be perfect if, after the game, we could all gather around spaghetti and A+ meatballs, homemade wine and limoncello again...

Write when you can. Love you, Barb