I have lots of things I’d like this weekend to include. Here are some of them, in no particular order:

• Paint my nails.
• Finish A Gentleman in Moscow.
• Block a shawl, as well as the sleeve of my sweater so I can figure out if I can keep knitting it as is.
• Check out a new pop-up doughnut shop.
• Attend a local yarn festival.
• Plant some lettuce and other greens’ seeds.
• Watch Love, Simon.
• Pick up my holds at the library (which include Strange the Dreamer, so thank goodness I returned it last weekend).
• Wash my handknits (and some other laundry).
• Bake Irish soda bread (without raisins because yuck).
• Buy flowers (and milk) at the farmers market.
• Mop the kitchen floor.

How about you? What are you hoping to do this weekend?

I dozed off last night, forgetting I hadn’t yet published my weekending post. So here it is, several hours later than it was supposed to be:

The weekend was productive in some ways, not in others. I’m not done with my sock, which means I have to knit a full sock, plus nearly half a second sock by Thursday at noon in order to advance. Given I have to work (and sleep) between now and then, that’s not seeming likely. I realized that at some point last night and then thought how I hadn’t advanced past the opening round since the year Gramma died and that thought hammered home that I missed her tremendously, which made me cry, which then made me think how disappointed Gramma would be in me that I was still so upset so many years later. (Which was probably the point at which I should have put down the sock or the cleaning supplies and gone to bed, but which was not.)

However, I did cross several things off my list, besides the serious scrubbing of sinks and counters (there’s a rust stain that does not want to come off). My peas are planted, my overdue books are returned to the library, and my tea canisters are full. My nails aren’t painted, but they have been stripped of old polish so I can paint them tonight. I did see the art installation, but it made me angry, which is another blog post for another time. And I took full advantage of a sunny afternoon by drinking lemonade at a tavern and chai at a coffeehouse with patios that faced west.

So if we chalk up the tears (and the tardy post) to being overtired, I guess we can count most of the weekend as a win. Now I just have to muster the energy to face the week (which includes my annual review and the need to finish building a website) with some sense of positive energy. I think I’d better go drink my tea.

While I have no objection to Daylight Savings Time (no kids; night owl), losing an hour of sleep is painful, even if I do get it back in the fall.

Here’s what I’m hoping my slightly shorter weekend includes:

• Complete at least the first sock of the pair for Sock Madness. If I want to advance to the next round, I need to have a finished pair on Thursday.
• Finish Strange the Dreamer and get it back to the library. (Or, at the very least, get it back to the library and re-request it, since it looks like there are only two holds on it right now on the nine copies in our system.)
• Plant my peas.
• Mail checks for my garden dues and my baseball tickets.
• Have supper with some friends.
• Buy eggs at the farmers market. (We used up the last of them tonight making French toast for supper.)
• Refill the tea canisters!!!
• Scrub sinks and counters.
• Paint my nails. (At some point after the previous item gets finished, obviously!)
• Check out an art installation that closes on Sunday.

I feel certain I’m forgetting something important that I was supposed to do this weekend, but I can’t think of what it should be. Hopefully I remember before it’s too late!

What are you hoping to do this weekend?

This weekend included wrestling with my grandmother’s ancient Eureka vacuum to figure out how to get the brush roll out to replace the belt. I thought I’d broken it when I accidentally released the first wire that held it in place, but luck was on my side.

I made it to the tabling section of the urban gardening conference yesterday, even if I didn’t make it to any of the sessions, so I came home with several bulbs and a bunch of seed packets. Now I just need to get myself back down to the garden to wake my plot up for the season.

I did a lot of reading and some knitting and I’m now feeling more confident than I was that I’m actually following the pattern correctly. Sometimes you just need to trust the pattern and give it time to develop.

How was your weekend?

(Taken last Sunday.)