Starbody

What a nice weekend it has been. Shortly before the weekend begins, I am inevitably faced with the usual staple of office chit-chat, “What are you doing this weekend?” (Outnumbered only by the ever popular Monday query “What did you do this weekend?”) And sometimes I have an elaborate plan. Other times, I just simply say “nothing”. But, I don’t really mean it.

When I say nothing, I mean I’ll wake up at whatever time my body feels like and lay in bed for awhile. I might read a book or watch the wind in the trees outside. I might lie in bed trying to guess what the weather will be like that day (is it sunny? or just a sunbreak?) and whether the dogs have already been outside. And I won’t rush to get showered and dressed. I’ll linger in my pajamas, drinking tea, playing with the dogs or lazing about. I might not even leave the house at all. I may stay inside and work on some design projects, play hide-and-seek with the dogs or have long conversations with Mark over things we’ve read, places we want to go, and things we are yet to do. Then again, I might just get dressed and go to the gym. And when we’re done, we might wander around the market marveling at all of the goodies, talking to the fromagerie owner or smelling fresh baked bread.

But if we don’t do that, I think we’ll pack up the dogs, pick up my sister and H and drive to the beach. We’ll walk along and stop only to pick up grease stained paper sacks of fries and give the dogs water from a little cup.

Or I might just play X-Box all day and finish Fable.

Then again, I might just do nothing at all.