A Sunday story

Yesterday I moved.  Although I could write a long story about yesterday's activities, I am going to spare you.  Consider yourself lucky.  At least we all made it out alive.  After a long day like yesterday, I am reminded of why I like to stay in the same place and how much moving kinda really stinks.  Instead of unpacking boxes and getting organized today, I had the most fantastic day with a dear friend, who will be my neighbor for a few short days before she moves back home. I could not have had a better Sunday.  To start the day, R and I went for a 22 mile ride that started up Bliss Road, the road leading up Granddad's Bluff.  

We road out to a small town of Barre Mills and along the way, saw a deer and a beautiful blue heron.  We made it home just before it started to rain.  As we pulled into the driveway, we looked at each other and said how hungry we were.  Our Sunday lunch of salad and wine was enjoyed on my new balcony during the thunderstorm.  Yes, you read that correctly. Wine on a Sunday for lunch, just because we could.

Sunday lunch on my new balcony

Sticker that was on R's fridge

And then, because a day with a best friend would be incomplete without a little baking, we made cookies.  I thought I was low on food last week when I tried to bake the apple quinoa cake. HA.  I was stocked then in comparison to what I have at my new apartment now.  The afternoon was saved when I remembered that T had given me a box of Arthur chocolate chip cookie mix for graduation.  He said it screamed Laura at him while he was in the all natural grocery aisle and he just had to buy it for me.  There was even a story about Arthur and his friend Binky on the box that R read to me while I mixed the dough.   Thank you T.  There are some days when making cookies from your favorite childhood cartoon show while it thunderstorms is completely acceptable and today was one of those days. I wish R was going to live next door to me forever. The cookies were pretty darn good...and will serve as great nourishment as I tackle this pile of boxes.  Happy Sunday.