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.

This weekend was a weird one. With Rudi being gone, I’d anticipated it being full of sleeping late and eating junk food and watching Jane Austen movies. But with the ceiling leak (it turns out the upstairs neighbor’s dishwasher had gone bad), I had to change some things around.

I did a lot more cleaning this weekend than I’d planned (too bad there’s still so much of it left to do!). Sadly, none of it was laundry, because the washing machine broke on Wednesday night and the promised repair technician from the machine rental company has not yet materialized.

I didn’t attend either the protest march or the craft fair in the neighborhood, but I did get to the Rock Creek Kings concert in the park. I also returned some books to the library, hit up two grocery stores and the farmers market, bought some flowers at the garden center AND planted them, and went swimming. Given the pool closes for the season next Monday, I should probably make an effort this week to wrap up my days on time and get in half an hour on the non-stormy evenings.

And there was pretty much no tv or movies of any kind all weekend. But I did knit some. I finished a book and started another. And I squeezed in some work, because I have new people starting this week and I’m behind on deadlines, and I just needed to put a dent in things so I could stop feeling so stressed.

How was your weekend?

Since today was spent cleaning and hanging around the apartment while our handyman worked first upstairs and then in the Burrow, tomorrow I’m going to spend the day more widely afield, including at the farmers market and at the pool.

I’m also going to sleep in, in my bed, rather than on the couch, like I did last night, in case the water dripping through the ceiling light decided to cause an electrical fire. (It did not.)

My ceiling is leaking.

Yes, I do live in the basement, why do you ask?

(I have banged on the upstairs neighbor’s door (but I think she may be away), left phone & text messages for the landlord & handyman, and emailed all neighbors in the building. Pretty sure I’m out of good options until morning…)