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Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/959268-2019519-Weekend-blog
Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #982524
Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
#959268 added May 19, 2019 at 2:27pm
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2019年5月19日: Weekend-blog
Write about your ideal weekend.

Not!

Okay... why the hostility to this question? It assumes that I have a weekend. I don't.

What about historically?

When I was in school it meant not having to deal with the mean kids; it also meant being "alone" with family, not always fun either. I do have fond memories of rides in the country on weekends.

In university it meant no classes. Since I had no money weekends weren't for having "fun". One nice memory was a road-trip to Yale in Connecticut. At the University of Kansas it meant football! And usually we lost.

In Costa Rica it was a field trip to a park, a pepper farm, a volcano. It was painful at times being a part of that group, but I only skipped once.

When I "worked" after university, my schedule was determined by others. Days off when I lived in Nebraska meant I could get in my Plymouth and visit Kansas and Missouri.

Once I moved home... bad idea... weekends meant nothing... I had no money. When I got a full time job working nights I had a 4 day weekend every three weeks. I tried to catch up with things I could get done during the day.

For the next 14 years I worked 9-5. So weekends? Probably my garden and other obligations. I try not to remember much about that time. I mostly block it out.

The following period of full and semi homelessness meant I didn't have the means to do much of anything. When I was penniless it meant trying to find places that were open. Weekends and holidays were a challenge. I survived.

Now? My life is boring from one day to the next. There's nothing special about weekends.

But one can discern a general theme. Either I have money or I don't. Either I travel or I stay at home. I am not a party person.

Now, I live in a university town that has a certain rhythm. Saturdays there is a market. I usually go but didn't yesterday. Too cold and damp and I was too out-of-sorts.

Today? The sun is leaking through the clouds. It's 9º. I may... or may not... go for a walk.

My ideal weekend = something to do, the money to do it, the energy to care.

Today there is nothing I have to do, available to do or want to do. And I don't give a rat's ass.
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