Weekend morning. Cup of coffee (made in the French press and topped with delicious soymilk foam on weekends, which is too much overhead for weekdays). Staring out my picture window (beautiful snowy day). Little cat beside me on the table, while I casually surf the internet. Debating going for a short run later. Or maybe to the library to renew my card.
I won't say it doesn't cost a cent, because of course I pay for my lodging, my electricity, my coffee, my internet, my cat. But it doesn't cost more than what I'd spend anyway.
I love to go to local plays or rock shows. Love eating out an ethnic restaurant I've never tried. Enjoy a road trip to a new town. Shopping for clothes at the fancy consignment shop. But none of those activities, to be honest, compares to this one.
What are some of your virtually-free simple pleasures?
Would you go running in this? (That's my car on the left, by the way.)
My simple pleasure is sitting in my new lounge chair with a throw rug over me reading.
ReplyDeleteI have to say, I really, genuinely don't understand how you live without a cat. What good is a lazy weekend bookreading without a fuzzy creature purring in your lap?
ReplyDeleteI love, love, love sleeping ridiculously late on a Saturday morning(like 11 or 12 even)then getting up and reading a trashy detective novel all day, maybe even doing a crossword puzzle.
ReplyDeleteI'm not reading much these days. I think I don't have the concentration for it. I love watching Netflix (usually some TV series that I missed the first time around) with one or more of my kids.
ReplyDeleteMy cat watches carefully when you sit down, and after a period of time, once he has ascertained that you are indeed sitting, and settled and watching TV, he hops up on your lap...just in time for you to have to get up and check the oven, or go potty, or answer the phone or something...
I love moments with my kids...they are so funny and smart and interesting. I am so glad I have them in my life. Miss M turns 16 at the end of February, and I can't believe that in two short years, she will be "an adult." I try not to think about it, because my heart might break...