Nah, no interesting existential crisis here – more an “at loose ends on a Saturday” thing.
Usually I start my weekend by having coffee with my friend E. This morning, though, was the big annual flea market in my neighborhood. E. didn’t want to go, so I told him I’d call him when I got back. Which I did, but he wasn’t there. So I don’t necessarily want to get involved in some complicated project, because when E. calls back, I’ll probably go do something with him, either drink coffee, or go over to his house to plant some hostas I ordered for him (I’m helping him put in a little garden), or something.
So, I could, I dunno, straighten up the house a little, maybe wash some dishes – eminently interruptable, but productive. Or I could go putter around in the garden – but it’s not the nicest imaginable day (definitely on the chilly side, quite breezy, and the sun is a bit intermittent – plus it’s supposed to be much nicer tomorrow). Or I could read my book. Or I could finish this week’s Entertainment Weekly, which I’ve barely started. Or, I finally got the frames for two needlework projects I completed a couple of years ago, I could frame those. And then hang them, if that’s what I’m going to do if I decide not to take them into the office, so as to wow my coworkers with my artistic side (I not only stitched them both myself, they’re both my own designs). (Did I mention I got a really cool needlepoint book at the flea market for a buck?) Or finish putting away the winter clothes/getting out the summer clothes, a job I got no more than 3/4 done a couple of weeks ago. Or put away my CDs, which are piled in five or six 20-25 CD stacks, in no order whatsoever, because a friend got an iPod and has been borrowing all kinds of stuff to load on that, plus when I quit my old job two months ago, I brought home all the CDs I kept in my cubicle to drown out all the crap going on in cubicleland.
Or I could take a nap.