Happily weekending. 02/15/03
Roxanne is snoring. A purry, sighing, airy-soft sound. I want to put my head on her furry stomach and listen closer but I'm afraid I'll wake her up.
Bailey moans. A long, drawn-out "oh, woe, woe is me, oh, groan, ohw, mhoan" sort of thing. He does this when sleeping on the bed, half-waking up, stretching his legs out a bit. "Ohhh, poor kitty!" I say. "Has to sleep ALL Morning." I hug him and he wheezes, moans, gives me a long-suffering look and curls back up into a cinnamon bun shape. It's so HARD being a kitty.
Ahh, luxuriating in the weekend. I have just taken a bath, eaten 1/3 a jar of salsa and a Toblerone chocolate bar, and had 3 cups of coffee. I downloaded some more music, Depeche Mode etc. Been wandering around the house with a vague idea of putting things away that are laying about, and instead I end up finding cool things to play with. My little plastic otter fits in the cockpit of the Lego spaceship but his tail sticks out.
Eventually I guess I'll have to put on some clothes.
I really live for the weekends. Weekdays after I get off work and come home to my warm house, to my Love and my cats -- that time is like a bit of weekend tacked on to the end of yet another day of wearisome slogging at the workplace. A taste of the greater happiness that begins Friday night and ends Monday when I crawl out of the warm bed and get ready to face another week.
Most weekends go by so quickly! Perhaps because I spend a greater part of each 24 hour day catching up on sleep then. It is 4:30 p.m. right now but it feels like mid-morning to me. Will I be up tonight until 3 a.m., since I woke today at almost noon? I do not know what the rest of this weekend has in store for me. I like it best when stuff just HAPPENS. No having to figure out things to do, to entertain myself and Steve. Right now I am predicting: There will be food, of some sort, and booze, and pot, and being out downtown at some point, and likely we will be with some of our friends, and the aimlessness of my existence will be shared by the group of people who surround me, and we will spend a bit of time just hanging out, trying to figure out what to do that would be fun.
Ideas would come to me more easily, I guess, if I was truly in need of an activity in order to be content. But I often delight in doing nothing. We're standing around in a parking lot, they're talking in unintelligible Gamer-speak as I stare around me at the foliage. And I'm happy! Because I'm out and about with my Love, and it's the glorious WEEKEND.
