Lazy weekend, here. Actually, for all it’s laziness, I got quite a few things done. The weather over the last few days has been weird, we have a brilliant day and then a gray one and then another nice one and today was weird, bright and dark all throughout the day, but warm enough not to have to wear a coat. The windows have been open all day, and I had a chance to take a nap with the window open — the sunshine and breeze coming in was so calming. Forecast calls for rain tomorrow, but despite that, I’m going to take the train and say hello to my parents. I keep making plans to see them, but they’re always canceled for some reason or another. I miss our weekend lunches.
This Wednesday is the Constantines show I’ve been waiting forever to see. It got postponed from March 3rd. Just got tickets in the mail for Islands in May and Polvo in June. I hate that tickets have to be ordered so early in advance. May and June, despite being one and two months away seem so far ahead. Time is like that for me.
In related news, it was calculated that my retirement year, at the age of 65, will be 2043. Talk about far ahead! I don’t think I’ll make it. I joked about it with a co-worker and said that if I can’t make it, my other plan is to marry a baseball player. Maybe a Yankee, or something. She joked that she would just leave for a warmer climate to be a beach bum, selling random goods at the beach. Her plan is much more feasible. So, if all of a sudden I’m not on the internets any longer, you know where I’ve gone. In reality, I will probably be working well past the age of 65, if I’m still alive. Maybe I’ll still be working at the library.
I’m reading three books at the moment. One I have at work, that a co-worker let me borrow, Perfect Match by Jodi Picoult. It’s not what I’m normally used to reading, and really I just borrowed it to be nice because she was excited that we were talking about books together. I’m reading it during my lunch hour, it reads really fast, but it’s a lot better than I thought it would be. Something light for a change is good. My brains can’t handle a lot of complex “reading for fun” at work sometimes. The other two, Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson and Diaries of Franz Kafka by ummm… Kafka are books for home. I picked up Kafka’s book last night. May be very similar to The Blue Octavo Notebooks of his that I’ve read before, but this seems more comprehensive. I wanted to start it last night but I got distracted by television.
My sister is away for the weekend, so I have been listening to music all day and singing along. And it’s ten thirty p.m. and I’m continuing to do so.