the weekend
It's common in my office for people to ask what others have planned for their weekends. I suppose it's polite for some to inquire and for others it's a way of touching base - might they have similar plans or be wondering if they might run into friends at a local eatery or party?
This is the way the conversation usually goes with me:
bb (undoubtedly speaking to a twenty-something pal): Hey! Happy Friday! Doing anything special this weekend?
Young Office Pal: Well...I'm going to see a show tonight with a bunch of friends, I think we're going to meet up at about ten and see what happens after that. I'll get to sleep in tomorrow, which will be nice, and in the afternoon I think we're going to see what's going on at the flea market. On Sunday I've got a brunch at that place that makes amazing hash browns and then I'm going to that new exhibit of (totally unrecognizable name). What about you?
bb: ...um, I know my husband is making ribs tomorrow night, so that'll be nice. And, uh, Sunday? I don't know...laundry and the paper, I guess?
I suppose when K and I were twenty-somethings we did all those things too, but I sure can't remember.
I suppose that's what young people should be doing on weekends.
K and I did a grocery run this morning - it was our standard date for Saturdays for a year. I had breakfast with my pal K (not husband K) and we talked about our kids.
I cleaned the loo. Glamorous, no?
Tomorrow I'm making another round of Crack Pies. I'm bringing one in for my lunch bunch having bragged about the lengthy process of making them. I love my lunch bunch - five twenty-somethings, one lady in her early 70's and me. We touch base with each other late each morning: who brought what for lunch, who needs to run out and pick up food and what time we'll all meet up. We eat in a conference room and talk. One is a great world traveler, one is an extraordinary baker, one has just arrived in the city. J and I are the only marrieds. Each of us in different stages of our lives but we revel in bad date stories and house-sitting tales and apartment news, we worry for each other's families and cheer each other's triumphs. It's awfully nice. People in the office regard us as a closed club, though we aren't. Sometimes others drift in and sit with us - we don't mean to be cliquish, but are construed that way. Not necessarily negatively.
It's well hot here. Mid 80's.
Another bathroom awaits me and Youngest has just sent me this:
This is the way the conversation usually goes with me:
bb (undoubtedly speaking to a twenty-something pal): Hey! Happy Friday! Doing anything special this weekend?
Young Office Pal: Well...I'm going to see a show tonight with a bunch of friends, I think we're going to meet up at about ten and see what happens after that. I'll get to sleep in tomorrow, which will be nice, and in the afternoon I think we're going to see what's going on at the flea market. On Sunday I've got a brunch at that place that makes amazing hash browns and then I'm going to that new exhibit of (totally unrecognizable name). What about you?
bb: ...um, I know my husband is making ribs tomorrow night, so that'll be nice. And, uh, Sunday? I don't know...laundry and the paper, I guess?
I suppose when K and I were twenty-somethings we did all those things too, but I sure can't remember.
I suppose that's what young people should be doing on weekends.
K and I did a grocery run this morning - it was our standard date for Saturdays for a year. I had breakfast with my pal K (not husband K) and we talked about our kids.
I cleaned the loo. Glamorous, no?
Tomorrow I'm making another round of Crack Pies. I'm bringing one in for my lunch bunch having bragged about the lengthy process of making them. I love my lunch bunch - five twenty-somethings, one lady in her early 70's and me. We touch base with each other late each morning: who brought what for lunch, who needs to run out and pick up food and what time we'll all meet up. We eat in a conference room and talk. One is a great world traveler, one is an extraordinary baker, one has just arrived in the city. J and I are the only marrieds. Each of us in different stages of our lives but we revel in bad date stories and house-sitting tales and apartment news, we worry for each other's families and cheer each other's triumphs. It's awfully nice. People in the office regard us as a closed club, though we aren't. Sometimes others drift in and sit with us - we don't mean to be cliquish, but are construed that way. Not necessarily negatively.
It's well hot here. Mid 80's.
Another bathroom awaits me and Youngest has just sent me this:
Comments
DH and I did NOTHING on the weekends when we were young and child-free. I like to think we will fill our weekends with all sorts of fun activities when we are old and child-at-home-free, but ... probably not. Oh well.
Clearly, he stole all the adrenaline meant for the entire family. Punk.
ErinH
Our day today: Brizio went to Laurito alone (as any 9 year old does right?) and we went by scooter in the mountains behind our coast for a delicious lunch and great wine in an osteria http://www.osteriareale.it/il_luogo.htm .
We toured the whole area surrounding us. For a change.
But I did go to the pub with colleagues after work on Friday and talk about gigs and suchlike - does that count?
jbhat