Weekends are typically slow, but today I managed to keep busy.
Addam didn’t have to work until 2 p.m., so we got to spend the morning together. We didn’t do much, but it was nice to wake up slow and enjoy the few hours we get to be with each other. Last night Addam brought home The Karate Kid and The Book of Eli, which we were up late into the night watching. Once we were awake and moving we put on the former and rewatched it until it was time for Addam to head out.
I biked to Publix and returned the movies as soon as Addam left, then ran by this Haitian cafeteria near our apartment to get an egg and cheese sandwich. I needed to fuel up. Yoga and I had a very busy afternoon planned.
Artists lined the streets, painting murals and selling wares. The event stretched 10 blocks, but the majority of the activity was happening around 75th and Biscayne, which is where Yoga and I spent most of our afternoon.
Yoga absolutely loved it, and everyone loved her. She, as always, was the life of the party. There were vendors set up all over the place, and I don’t know if she spent more time running through the freshly-cut grass or begging attendees for bits of food. Either way, there were literally more people taking photos of her than of the paintings.
I didn’t have money to pick up any food, but the vendors where only a small part of the event. Bands were playing throughout the day and artists were constantly making their way in and out, so there was always something to do. Part of what made Chicago so awesome was the fact that there was always something free and fun going on in the city, no matter the day of the week. I’m glad that I’m finally starting to find something similar in Miami.
Yoga and I spent a couple of hours at the event, but the baby demanded to stop by the park on the way home. She was so good the entire afternoon that I could not deny the little blue some fun. We took the long way back to the apartment, but before we left I had to get a photo of her near this giant, orange peace sign, provided by Luis Jimenez Sculptures. She was a little scared, but the photo was so cute I died a little.
The girl got her energy out in the park, and has been lazing around for the rest of the afternoon. I, on the other hand, have been busy cleaning the apartment and washing dishes in preparation for all the family Addam and I have coming in next week.
Now that the apartment is clean and the puppy is pooped, I plan to spend the rest of my evening watching A Muppet Christmas Carol. As soon as Addam gets home we are going to dig out the decorations and put up our litte Charlie Brown Christmas tree. It might not be a lot, but if you knew how much better it made me felt to come home after a long day at work and plug in the lights, you’d understand why I bother putting it up each year.
“Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.” — Pablo Picasso, artist (1881-1973).