Weekending Better

I have been trying to make a conscious effort to weekend better. I’m sure it won’t stick — life has a way of getting in the way of plans — but we’ve been able to string together a few weekends in a row of watching soccer, reading books, visiting friends or family, and eating uncomplicated meals. I felt so much better after we did it once that I’ve been trying to build it in, week after week.

It feels like weekends keep coming up as a theme. There was a piece on how weekends are important because everyone is off at the same time, so it’s a way to cement your network. And another in the Times on French Sundays, as opposed to British Sundays, which sound close to American Sundays.

The author writes:

One of my favourite expressions in French is faire la grasse matinée. It means “to lie in”, but translates literally as “to have a fat morning”. And that is truly the way to do it. This Sunday, why not give the French way a go? Turn off your alarm, go for a stroll with no destination in mind, stop at a coffee shop (no matter how cold the weather is, you must sit outside) and watch strangers go about their business. Go on, eat two croissants instead of just one. Dilly-dally.

That sounds lovely. Yes.