Wherever did my weekend go
Nearly every Monday, my co-workers ask how my weekend went, and what I did -- and I usually can't tell them. I know that I did "things" -- but usually none of it is noteworthy enough to stick in my brain.
Wow: as I write that, it makes me sound senile. The funny thing is, I can say exactly what I did at work the previous day. So I suspect that I just drift through the weekend, happy to not be at work, but don't really pay attention.
This time, I actually paid attention -- and here's what I did.
Saturday, I slept in, and had a peculiar but enjoyable dream -- which I will not share.
Then I took the kids to their piano lesson, which takes an hour and a half: 30 minutes per child. While I waited, I repaired the two wrist seams on an old long-sleeved t-shirt (using a whip stitch), plus the fallen hem on a pair of walking shorts (some sort of modified running stitch).
I watched a few episodes of Friends on DVD with my kids (we're methodically going through all ten seasons).
Then we all went to the 6pm showing of The BFG.
And finally, I finally typed various items into my computer -- and stayed up late doing it.
On Sunday I cut some firewood from a downed tree in the woods behind our house, and showed the kids how to start a fire from scratch, using flint and steel -- although I had to cheat and douse the tinder in rubbing alcohol to get it to catch!
The kids have a "Harry Potter" day this Friday at vacation care, so they looked for fallen branches to be their magic wands. I showed them how to cut them to length, using a backsaw (but had them do the actual work), and how to use a rasp, a file and sandpaper to take the bark off, and round the ends.
I planted various seeds in some large pots: three ginger roots; some weird seed pods that I found a few weekends ago at the beach, from a weird tree; and an avocado pit.
I trimmed one of our dogs with scissors, because his hair was getting a bit matted.
I did my chinups and pullups -- first time since getting back from vacation about two weeks ago.
I found the USB cable for the (somewhat obsolete) USB recording interface that I bought on my trip to the U.S. a few weeks ago.
And, I vacuumed our bedroom, with a long and annoying interruption while I unclogged our vacuum cleaner: it's a bad design, where the telescoping portion gets narrower as it carries the items from the floor towards the bag -- so things sometimes get clogged.
So: yep -- I did "stuff". :) Accomplished a lot.