48 hours
Perhaps the weekend began when I hung out with my co-workers into the wee hours on Thursday. Or maybe on Friday night when I went to see Hitchiker's Guide (worth seeing, I suppose, but perhaps best on DVD). Regardless, the weekend started in earnest on Saturday.
I devoted my morning to housecleaning; my parents came down with their trailer and hauled away yet more garbage and some of their furniture. I find the cleaning up of aeons of detritus difficult and often disgusting but I can feel the house lightening as things slowly come clean. The psychic and physical weight of other people's belongings slowly drifts away. This pleases me immensely. I've begun to really claim the space.
I took Mama out for Mother's Day early. (I wonder if our family will ever celebrate holidays on the "proper" day?) Then I went to a birthday/graduation dinner. Then, a Taurus party and then one other party after that. Four social events in one day, and I enjoyed every moment.
Sunday, however, I felt fairly low-energy. So I puttered around the house, did some shopping and mostly took it easy. Had some intense phone calls and then played with my watercolor pencils. I made a surprising piece of art: it's the first time in a long while I've sat down to draw something without knowing what might appear on the page.
The upcoming week has some free time built into it and I look forward to working on some projects that have languished, like reinstalling my OS, setting up my sound system, unpacking my non-fiction books, beginning a tarot art project, finishing Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrel or reading the new faerie porn by Laurel K Hamilton, consulting a friend about my kitchen remodel, and other such things. But I reserve the right to do Absolutely Nothing.
I devoted my morning to housecleaning; my parents came down with their trailer and hauled away yet more garbage and some of their furniture. I find the cleaning up of aeons of detritus difficult and often disgusting but I can feel the house lightening as things slowly come clean. The psychic and physical weight of other people's belongings slowly drifts away. This pleases me immensely. I've begun to really claim the space.
I took Mama out for Mother's Day early. (I wonder if our family will ever celebrate holidays on the "proper" day?) Then I went to a birthday/graduation dinner. Then, a Taurus party and then one other party after that. Four social events in one day, and I enjoyed every moment.
Sunday, however, I felt fairly low-energy. So I puttered around the house, did some shopping and mostly took it easy. Had some intense phone calls and then played with my watercolor pencils. I made a surprising piece of art: it's the first time in a long while I've sat down to draw something without knowing what might appear on the page.
The upcoming week has some free time built into it and I look forward to working on some projects that have languished, like reinstalling my OS, setting up my sound system, unpacking my non-fiction books, beginning a tarot art project, finishing Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrel or reading the new faerie porn by Laurel K Hamilton, consulting a friend about my kitchen remodel, and other such things. But I reserve the right to do Absolutely Nothing.