So, there are more right-wing nutjobs coming to D.C. this weekend. Expert analysts of the dark web suggest, unlike Jan. 6th, this time the rumors are more likely to be bigger than the turnout. But, they also warn that nutjobs be nutjobs, and there’s just no predicting what some of them will do.

Most of us who are staying put are planning to take precautions. I’ll probably save taking Metro across town until Sunday. And if I go out to Virginia to return my overdue library book, I’ll try to plan the ride out there for when delusional people will already be in the city to avoid interacting with them, rather than when they’re returning to their “safe” suburban hotels. If I go over to the H Street Festival, I’ll bike or take the bus. (Again, while insurrectionists may charter buses to bring them to the city, I have my doubts they’re going to hop on a Metrobus. Okay, maybe a Circulator.)

If I want to stay in the neighborhood, there’s a craft sale by Latinx makers, and I can walk to the library. And I can spend time in the garden.

If they institute a curfew, I’ve already got plans to video chat with friends. I had to postpone our usual call because I was headed to a ballgame, and they suggested this weekend as a replacement so we could hear about the first couple weeks of kindergarten. There are also National Book Festival talks online I could watch, but the problem is that I already spend too much time in front of a screen. Luckily, I don’t have to listen to talks about books — I can read them! And I can knit. And I can paint my nails (although not while I’m knitting).

Sunday is the farmers market. Paw paws are in season, and Rudi would probably be grateful if I got up early and went and bought him some. We’ll see. If there are some available at whatever time I get to the market, I’ll buy him some, but I’m not going to get up early to buy something I don’t eat. (It’s surprising how many fruits taste like bananas.) He is a grown adult and can plan to be around to buy paw paws if that’s a priority.

What’s on your to-do list for this.final weekend of summer?

Honestly, I’m feeling pretty unenthused about the weekend. (My computer says that’s not a word and suggests changing it to enthused. I’m working on it computer, I’m working on it.)

There’s a used book sale at the library over by Eastern Market, so maybe I’ll wander across town. It’s supposed to be a nice weekend weatherwise, so hopping on the bike would probably be a good thing. Plus, then I could bike by Fiesta D.C., the Latinx festival and see how crowded it is.

There’s a new book sale at one of our local indies, so Rudi and I may head up there tomorrow evening after he returns from his bike ride.

If nothing else, I can immerse myself in some books, and that never is a bad plan for a weekend. And my shawl is back to mosaic sections, so maybe I can move it along. I’d love to get it off the needles some day.

Sunday, there’s the farmers market, which last week felt super packed, so I should probably start getting up earlier to avoid the crowds. And it’s Adams Morgan Day, which is D.C.’s oldest neighborhood festival. Again, not loving the idea of crowds, but I think they’re working on taking better advantage of the parks.

This weekend is Subway Series part 2, so maybe I’ll stream some baseball. The Mets won the first game, which makes me happy.

And I should spend some time at the garden. My beans have not been the success I’d been hoping for, with the yardlong beans and my burgundy filets not really materializing. I have some pods on the lima beans, but they were awfully flat still last weekend. Fingers crossed they’ve filled out this week. It’s a good time to plant late fall crops, like lettuces, so I’ll dig into the bags and find my seed packets. After all, nothing’s more hopeful than a garden.

Today, I spent time at the farmers market, at the pool, and at the garden. I also fit in a nap on the couch, doing laundry, reading and eating pizza in the park, and talking to Karen on the phone.

I could get used to this…

Another belated post. This time, I’d forgotten to recharge the computer, and I decided rather than posting from my phone I’d just wait and post in the morning.

Yesterday was a very nice start to the three-day weekend. I slept in and then took myself out for a mobile brunch (a bagel with cream cheese from my preferred local bagel shop and tea from the coffee house) on my way to the library-garden-pool loop.

Then in the evening, I met up with Anna and her boyfriend, Greg, for a nearly perfect evening at the ballpark. (Perfect would have involved the Mets winning.) The weather was ideal and the game was followed by fireworks. Anna is one of my long-time volleyball teammates who’s currently recovering from an ACL tear that happened during a game this spring, so I hadn’t seen her in quite some time. But we enjoy each other’s company and always have lots to talk about. And Greg is also great, although we’ve had fewer opportunities to get to know each other.

I’m looking forward to seeing what today holds (I’m about to feed the cat and hit the farmers market.) Scattered showers are predicted, which won’t affect my ability to swim, but may make lounging poolside less desirable. We’ll see.

Have a great Sunday!

The computer and I dozed off together last night, so I’m posting this this morning instead:

It’s a long weekend this weekend, meant to honor laborers. I don’t begin to think I have a hard job. No one asks me to run into burning buildings, nurse sick children, stand next to speeding cars on triple digit days, teach those who don’t want to learn, or deal with irate members of the public. I get to do interesting things that let me learn and that help people. But the work dynamic has been changing this summer, and while I have been trying to breathe into it, like a challenging yoga pose, I am tired and I am emotionally sore, and I am tempted to spend the weekend in the mental equivalent of child or corpse pose, disengaged from everyone and everything.

And while some of that is necessary, I don’t think three whole days of it really benefit me in the long run. I should get outside and get some fresh air. I should tend my garden and spend some time seeing the things that tender, careful nurturing have brought forth. I should get some exercise, either on a bike, or swimming at the pool. I should eat a ton of vegetables (and maybe some pizza). I should lower the height of Mount Laundry and do some more cleaning.

I have plans to go to the Mets-Nationals game tomorrow and will bring a volleyball teammate whose been out of commission for a while and her boyfriend. I will visit the library and escape into some novels. And I will knit those six rows of ribbing so I can get back to the part of the shawl that interests me. And I will get lots of sleep.

What’s on your radar for this weekend? A last trip to the beach? Recovering from the first week(s) of school? Hiding from the hordes?

Today’s day can be summed up as “too long; didn’t post.”

Stop back tomorrow when I’m going to tell you about the amazing #giftmasinjuly package that came in the mail today from some very kind people. It may have been the main thing to have saved my day.