Heh. At least I finally went to Ikea and bought a couple more bookshelves so I could get the book stacks off the floor. Now I don’t look quite so much like the old guy who gets crushed by a stack of newspapers and is devoured by his cats. Heck, I don’t even have a cat! The raccoon that lives over the carport will have to do double duty; I should leave him a key.
Sometimes I feel like I should have a life…and then I realize that I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I had it, and it would get all lonely and neglected and leave me for a better person, so why bother. Life, don’t talk to me about life. :o
I’ve been on vacation all week, and have spent most of it driving around doing preplanning for a reception I’m in charge of in November, so tomorrow (well, today, actually) is for me. I cleaned the living area yesterday, so now I’ll clean my room. do some knitting, cut out a dress and a skirt and maybe start sewing, and go see Wallace and Grommit, maybe mow the rest of the yard.
I’m baking bread; white, wheat, and banana. I’ve already started the banana and the place smells wonderful. One loaf is finished, and the other is going into the ovennnnn…nnnnow.
Today, Saturday, I am going to call my sister in a few minutes and see if she can help me get a part for my car.
At 11, I am going to go help the Senior class, which I sponsor, work on their homecoming float, As this group has managed to trainwreck their float all four years, this should be amusing.
At 2, I am going to a high school football game. It should be a bloodbath, 60 point spread type of game, our favor, which says a lot about the other team, not us. But that won’t be why I am there, I will be there to socialize and hang out with parents, kids, and teachers.
After the game, I will pick up the house. Around 7, my sister and BIL will come over to game.
Tomorrow, I grade papers. A stack of essays and little stuff.
Today – chores. It’s supposed to be nice, so I’m tempted to do some gardening – but I’ve really got to do the semi-annual wardrobe switch (put away shorts and sandals, take out sweaters), take out the last few screens, etc. Also have to vaccum, wash dishes, run a couple of errands, etc. A load of wash will be hung on the line in about five minutes.
This evening, my new beau is coming down – out to dinner and then to see the new Cronenberg film.
Tomorrow – nothing specific planned. We’ll probably do something cityish (he lives in the boonies, so weekends there are very countryish), but what that is depends on the weather.
Grade about 8 million essays on Chehhov. Finish writing the essay I’m supposed to be doing for my own post-grad degree. Spent a week on the mother (well, a week staring at the mother) and am getting nowhere. Try to have a conversation with my wife, maybe.
Today I’m researching for my French presentation, cramming for my music history midterm, doing my theory homework, and going to my housemates’ recital. Tomorrow is more of the same, but with added urgency.
Today, I’m working on a story for a publisher, doing laundry and hopefully sealing the grout I laid in my bathroom last weekend. Then I’ll tape the drywall in the bathroom and ask my husband to paint the panel. Then I’ll hook up the sink and get a mirror to hang over it. After that, I’m eating Chinese food. Tomorrow, my husband and I are looking at open houses and picking up my mom from the airport and hanging out with her. Oh, yeah, and I’m going to work out then go to the store for more shaving lotion. My legs are beginning to look like a yeti’s. Yuck.
I’m working both Saturday night and Sunday night, so it’ll be a bit of a quiet weekend. On the bright side, I’M WRITING AGAIN! Started yesterday. So I guess I’ll be doing some writing too. Feels great.
Block and seam my first ever knitted sweater - this will involve swearing, a lot. So I should put swearing on the list as a curricular activity for the weekend. Bake browned butter crisps. Drag Mum downtown to get postcards so she stops telling me she needs them. Buy yarn. For Mum. I’m being so good! None for me! Go out to dinner at the local mediterranean restaurant tonight. Hopefully tomorrow the weather will be clear and we’ll do a local greenspaces walk.
Four hour dance class today, then mounds of homework. I have a biochem test Monday that I haven’t exactly studied for yet, work on my English project, study for a Spanish test, and probably some other stuff I’ve forgotten. Tomorrow I may go to my friend’s swim meet.
As to the OP’s question: Go to yard sales, or a flea market. You can find listing in the local news paper.
As for what I will be doing:
Reading, going to the Bookthing of Baltimore , writting my novel, exercise, going to the flea market, and writting an OP about how Atheism is logical, despite the strawman defintion used at large by the mass media.
I have no plans for the weekend, and I’m pretty damn happy about it. It was a very busy, stressful week, and the past few weekends have been busy as well (but in a good way). I need to go to the grocery store at some point today, and at some point tomorrow I need to start my homework for Tuesday night’s class, but otherwise I intend to do much 'net surfing, much reading, and much vegging on the couch watching the Netflix discs I didn’t get around to watching last weekend. If I feel guilty enough, I might break out the vaccuum cleaner … at some point.
See, this is what’s so interesting about this place. You say this like “swearing, a lot,” isn’t on your everyday list like it is on mine.
No, you evil, evil man. That means “more stuff.” I don’t need “more stuff,” I need “less stuff.”
Now I feel like I need to go through my closets again and pull together another load for Out of the Closet. I was so good, purging books and kitchen stuff last month, but I swear the stuff in the closets breeds when I turn my back.
I suppose that “swearing, a lot”, by some people’s standards, is on my every day list. But I anticipate swearing a lot for me, and that could be colourful. Definitely deserves its own item!
Purging is good. We did purging for moving last month and now I am ruthlessly throwing away things and refusing to attend the thousands of garage sales that occur at this time of year. I applaud that use of time. It’s rewarding.
