Three days of laziness.
July 03, 2010 03:14
Three-day weekend! Three-day holiday weekend. No work or summer school for anyone in this house for three whole days, so we can celebrate our nation’s independence. Whee! On the schedule: laziness. Three days of it.
For someone whose entire adult life has consisted of weeks and years of five-days-on and two-days-off, a three-day holiday weekend is a treat, indeed.
An ordinary work-week weekend is when all the chores, errands, household projects, homemade meals, return phone calls, workouts (if they make it in at all), and ... oh yes, relaxation ... that you couldn’t attend to during the week are squeezed into 48 hours. A holiday weekend is for being lazy!
I started feeling that gotta-get-it-all-done reflex when I woke up today, but I sent it packing. On this July 4th weekend I’m banishing timetables, to-do lists, and unfinished projects. I’m even (mostly) ignoring the clock to make lazing my way through the next three days my main priority.
The weather is perfect for lazing: warm, sunny, and dry, with a lovely light breeze rippling through the trees. The Cub’s game is burbling quietly out of a transistor radio on the deck, a few cicadas have started prematurely buzzing (they’ll really get their buzzers going this evening), and occasionally a fire truck visiting nearby block parties chirps its siren for the kids. Today sounds lazy.
Today is also for anticipating tomorrow’s picnic (even if it ends up being just the two of us), parade (a lazy three-block walk from our house), and Independence Day pyrotechnics (should we bike or drive? our level of laziness might have to be considered there).
So what if we haven’t figured out what’s on the menu -- we’ve got all day to decide! And the grocery stores are open tomorrow anyway (I think).
There are things to take care of this weekend, yes, but luckily they can wait. I’m enjoying this perfect summer day, thinking about grilled hamburgers and mojitos with fresh mint, antique cars and marching bands, leisurely walks with the pup, fireworks, and maybe even catching a satellite flyby (if we can stay up that late).
And if I do only half those things (or even less!) I won’t care. There’s always next weekend. Happy Independence Day!
For someone whose entire adult life has consisted of weeks and years of five-days-on and two-days-off, a three-day holiday weekend is a treat, indeed.
An ordinary work-week weekend is when all the chores, errands, household projects, homemade meals, return phone calls, workouts (if they make it in at all), and ... oh yes, relaxation ... that you couldn’t attend to during the week are squeezed into 48 hours. A holiday weekend is for being lazy!
I started feeling that gotta-get-it-all-done reflex when I woke up today, but I sent it packing. On this July 4th weekend I’m banishing timetables, to-do lists, and unfinished projects. I’m even (mostly) ignoring the clock to make lazing my way through the next three days my main priority.
The weather is perfect for lazing: warm, sunny, and dry, with a lovely light breeze rippling through the trees. The Cub’s game is burbling quietly out of a transistor radio on the deck, a few cicadas have started prematurely buzzing (they’ll really get their buzzers going this evening), and occasionally a fire truck visiting nearby block parties chirps its siren for the kids. Today sounds lazy.
Today is also for anticipating tomorrow’s picnic (even if it ends up being just the two of us), parade (a lazy three-block walk from our house), and Independence Day pyrotechnics (should we bike or drive? our level of laziness might have to be considered there).
So what if we haven’t figured out what’s on the menu -- we’ve got all day to decide! And the grocery stores are open tomorrow anyway (I think).
There are things to take care of this weekend, yes, but luckily they can wait. I’m enjoying this perfect summer day, thinking about grilled hamburgers and mojitos with fresh mint, antique cars and marching bands, leisurely walks with the pup, fireworks, and maybe even catching a satellite flyby (if we can stay up that late).
And if I do only half those things (or even less!) I won’t care. There’s always next weekend. Happy Independence Day!
