“Have a great weekend!” How many times have those words been spoken? Usually the reply is “Thanks and the same to you!”
I have thought, more than once, “what makes a great weekend?” I have also thought “great weekends are made by enjoying life!’ For example, one weekend during the snowmagedon 2010 my hubby and I enjoyed comfort foods, read books and magazines, played Scrabble, went for a midnight stroll, fell into the snow and made snow angels and then watch a group of young people snow fight. In the knee deep snow we walked around the neighborhood holding hands. When we returned home, we sat together and drank hot herbal tea ~ it was a great weekend!
How nifty! Every five days a-new-end-of the-week happens. A new chance for fond memories. Last weekend, while Larry developed a new online social media called The CopingStone, http://copingstone.net, some friends and I viewed the Sevres Porcelain collection that spans from 1750-2000 -
an extraordinary exhibit at the Hillwood museum, the former home of the Post Cereal heiress Majorie Merriweather Post. Of course, my friends and I did a lot of ‘oohing and aahing’ as we fantasized owing portions of the Sevres Collection – a must see! http://www.hillwoodmuseum.org/exhibitions/Exhibitions.html
Friday evening hubby and I, with another couple, enjoyed dinner at the Shangri-La Indian Cuisine in Silver Spring, Maryland. After the delicious meal we walked over to the Roundhouse Theater and saw the play “My Name is Asher Lev” adapted from Chaim Potok’s book about a Hasidic Jewish boy in New York City. The protagonist, Asher Lev, is a loner with artistic inclinations, but his art causes conflicts with his family and other members of his community ~ the play and book follows Asher’s maturity as an artist, as well as a Jew. The play, the performance ~ Excellent!
Bright and early Saturday morning, at the invitation of a friend, who is a member the Washington Performing Arts Society, I volunteered several hours to help during the Joseph and Goldie Feder Memorial String Competition.
The foundation was established by Mrs. Feder in honor of her late husband, to enable young musicians to discover their true musical potential. It was poetry to watch the young musicians, ranging from ages 8 to 15 years, quietly prepare for the moment to compete – their discipline and ability to focus was as beautiful as the music they intended to play.
Sunday afternoon my hubby and I visited the Phillips Museum, of which we are members, to experience pianist Alon Goldstein pair Robert Schumann’s Fantasy with Ludwig van Beethoven’s Appassionata – an exquisite performance.
In my conclusion, this past weekend rates as high as the snowmageddon weekend.
There you have it, ‘a great weekend is simply enjoying life!’
Praise God there are many more to come!