On some weekends, I am able to accomplish all sorts of productive things, especially if I have one or two planned events to go to. And on other weekends, when there are no events to attend, no important tasks to see to, I am at loose ends.
I have a sinking feeling that this weekend is going to be the latter. Oh, there’s a plant sale I want to go to tomorrow, but since my garden is just about full, there’s not much I want. And it’s supposed to rain, so I can’t really do any outdoor activities (unless Environment Canada is spectacularly wrong). My house isn’t to the stage of disorder where I feel it necessary to devoting an entire day to cleaning, although it could stand a good tidying. There are the movies I brought home from work, which can be Sunday’s task. Maybe I’ll make bread tomorrow.
Weekends like this are rarely relaxing because I can’t settle on any one task for very long and shut my brain down as I sweep or sort laundry or papers. And then Sunday night rolls around and it seems like the weekend was wasted and I have to wait a whole five days [1. Or, in this case, three, as I have Thursday off. Which is to make up for having to work Saturday. ] for another one to roll around. Perhaps I should set up a series of arbitrary deadlines for trivial things to motivate me, such as “dusting must be finished before 2:03pm”, “water the plants before they frakking die already!” or “you’re not allowed to listen to that Passion Pit song you really like until the tablecloth on the dining room table is changed” (which is actually a pretty good motivator – I’ve been listening to that song on almost constant repeat for the last few days).
Perhaps, having identified that this is a possibility, I will make an effort to avoid it and surprise myself by having a lovely weekend after all. Fingers crossed!