At some point this weekend, I will buy and plant one or more fruit trees
At some point this weekend, I will enjoy a side-by-side massage (with my woman) and a nice Japanese dinner
At some point this weekend, I will be curled up in a ball, in the closet, trying not to weep too loudly (no special occasion, it’s just a thing I do)
At some point this weekend, I will photograph a car
At some point this weekend, I will have a small black panther on my chest biting my chin
At some point this weekend, I will become just a little more demented
At some point this weekend, I will demolish one or more juniper bushes
At some point this weekend I will drive down to Pismo Beach.
At some point this weekend I will continue driving, to San Diego.
And I’ll be on vacation all next week.
Yay me.
At some point this weekend I will enjoy a meal out with my husband of almost nine years.
At some point this weekend I will go shopping for food and sundries.
At some point this weekend I will not curl up into a ball in the closet and weep - at least, I don’t have it pencilled in yet.
I don’t have much planned for this weekend, now that you mention it.
At some point this weekend, I will finally do my taxes.
At some point this weekend, I will drop off books at the library.
At some point this weekend, I will get groceries.
At some point this weekend, I will go to a movie.
At some point this weekend, I will buy something at Borders with my email coupon.
At some point this weekend, I will still have to work on Saturday.
At some point this weekend I will not be working and can take a nap or two to catch up on the sleep I’m not getting at night. Sweet blessed sleep!
At some point this weekend the forecast is for 76 and scattered rain. In Minnesota. (awesome even with the rain)
At some point during that day, I will go for a long walk. Maybe get an ice cream cone from Dairy Queen and walk over to the book store. Stop at the pet store next to it and check out the kitties and birds.
At some point this weekend, I will have a meal with the guy who had a crush on me in Junior High School.
At some point this weekend I will turn 53 years old.
At some point this weekend I will take a picture of a lake.
At some point this weekend I will be curled up in a ball somewhere on the floor in my house crying my eyes out because I broke up with a man I was seeing for all of 2 months who is Bipolar Type 2, OCD, PTSD and I knew it wasn’t going to end well, but damn, the sex was A-MAZ-ing. And what really galls me is that I’m hurting so bad and he’s on antidepressants. 
Wow. ~sends big hug to Emily Litella~
<takes hug> Thank you
At some point this weekend, I’ll replace the starter cap on my sprinkler system.
At some point this weekend, I’ll take a poor friend out for lunch.
At some point this weekend, I’ll make a few hundred lollipops to take to a crawfish party.
At some point this weekend, I’ll file my taxes.
At some point this weekend, I’ll run a mile or two.
Some fun, some chores.
-D/a
At some point this weekend, I’ll finish this damn computer model I’ve been working on for the last two weeks!
Can’t see anything past that. 
I’ve achieved four of these goals.
You can probably guess which one remains.
Ah, friggin’ taxes. I guess I’ll have to dive into those someday soon, too.
Still haven’t gone shopping for food; did get some sundries, though.