2 posts tagged “weekend”

     We awoke this morning to find that it was raining in Fresno.  If you could call it rain.  A gentle drizzle fell to the earth, ceasing shortly after it began, and left the air smelling damp and raw.  I went out into the gray morning to fetch a special donut breakfast for my husband and myself, and for the first time in months, I rolled down the windows in my car and breathed in deeply, heavily, knowing that in a few short hours the freshness would evaporate up to the sun and we'd be left with the stink of July on dehydrated Fresno streets.
     C'est la vie.
     This week at work, state officials came in to conduct our annual survey.  It was hella stressful.  Sooooo stressful.  I did get a ton of over-time and free lunch (because department heads weren't allowed to leave the premises during the day,) but I was really glad when the weekend came.
     Yesterday, I was left alone when my husband went to work for a few hours.  Somehow I felt like I deserved a treat, something to reward myself for all of the bullshit I put up with at work.  I went to get a pedicure.  As the overweight Asian pushed my cuticles around, she peered up at me from under tiny frames and informed me, "at this place we also do wax.  For eyebrows and other.  I tell you this, if you want wax.  Eyebrow wax."  She grinned knowingly and continued to look into my eyes until I gave an uncomfortable, "Oh, thanks."  I realized that she was making a comment on my eyebrows, which are light and fine and barely there, and apparently unkempt.  I can't get waxed because it never fails to rip my skin off of my brow, but I should probably pluck more frequently so that Asians won't judge me.  By the way, she fucked up my foot pretty badly, leaving it scabbed and raw.
     After a hotdog, I came home and took a nap.  After I got up, I recalled something and I can't remember if it really happened or was a dream.  The pedicurist was exfoliating my leg and paused to rub an area curiously, stating, "You missed a spot shaving."  She wouldn't really say this, would she?  Must have been a dream.
     Later Saturday night, Chris and I- no, just Chris- decided that we were going to go see the new Batman movie.  I have seen all of the Batman movies, and to be frank, haven't really enjoyed any of them.  But, he has been ranting obnoxiously about seeing it for some time before it opened, so we went.  And, boy, was it a mistake.  I didn't realize how insane opening weekend would be.  We were left in the very front of the theater in the only two seats together.  I couldn't handle it.  So, we traded our tickets in and saw it this morning, arriving early enough to sit at the top. 
     It was depressing.  I felt nothing but despair and anguish the whole time.  The darkest, most gruesome of the Batman movies, it really captured the hopelessness that I imaging Gotham city would feel.  While the others had a sense of whimsy, this one was sullen and intense.  I suppose that all of this makes it a successful film, but not at all like a comic book.  Although not entirely up my alley, it was superbly done.  What a legacy Heath Ledger has left.
     I just finished reading "Twilight," and liked it so much that I want to get the others in the series.  Chris suggested Amazon.com to save some money.  Okay, why haven't I been shopping on Amazon for years?!  I got the next in the series, pre-ordered the third when the paperback is released, and bought Chris some graphic design book he wanted for $30 plus free shipping.  Holy crap.  I could build an awesome library on those prices.  Now I keep thinking, what else can I find on Amazon?  Maybe a bigger bookshelf...
     Tomorrow is Monday, and I am having to remind myself that there are more reasons to go to work than there are to up and quit.  This weekend, I received phone calls from work on both days asking what to do about a disgruntled family member.  As much as I want to run screaming in the direction of unemployment and satisfaction, I know I need to get up and drag my miserable ass in and earn a few lousy bucks that'll pay the goddamn rent.
     These two days were not enough.  Not nearly enough. 

What are you most looking forward to this weekend?

      Possibilities.  Weekends are open and can be filled up with adventures or the relaxing lack thereof.  Should we walk downtown?  Plant tomatoes?  Go see Dad?  Stay at home and let the hours slip quietly by?  Watch three movies in a row and nap?  Finally go see or do that thing we've been talking about?  Maybe deep clean then make something new for dinner?

     I love weekends.  I look most forward to the freedom.  Now that I no longer have to worry about reading ten chapters or that damn essay due Tuesday, I feel like those two days are a gift, given so that I can be myself for once.  We discussed perhaps visiting Mr.'s Uncle Scott in Santa Cruz, a place I've never been but am sure I would love.  I thought maybe I set up my sewing machine again and using that Joanne's gift card Mom gave me to get a pattern and fabric to play with.  Even though weekends are over too soon and Monday brings me to a screeching halt, I look forward to 5:00 and the options that I have for the next 48 hours.