Weekend Plans Post: THREE DAY WEEKEND!!!
Memory is weird. Like, you probably know where 80% of your stuff is in your house. You’re not thinking of any particular item right now but if I asked you “where’s your phillip’s head screwdriver”, you’d immediately be able to tell me whether it was in the kitchen tool drawer, in the garage, or in one of the drawers near the front door.
Where are your playing cards? You may think that they’re in the credenza by the kitchen or in the basement on the shelf with the board games but you didn’t have it at your fingertips until it got called.
And 80% of the stuff in your house is like that. You know where it is, probably. You’ve got thousands of things! But you don’t have any of them in the front of your mind until they get called.
Anyway, I forgot it was Memorial Day. So I was leading my morning scrum and we went through our successes and failures of the last day and I closed with “great, guys… no scrums on Friday, I’ll see you all on Monday!” and everybody jumped in and started yelling “no, no, no! Memorial Day!”
And I suppose that I knew that it was Memorial Day this weekend. It just wasn’t in front of my brain. But the second that it got called? WHAMMO.
The wonderful part of that is that it translates to “Hey. Free 3-day weekend.”
So this weekend is a 3 day weekend!
Maribou is back from her trip to visit her bestie out West and, seriously, the first night she was back I got 8 and a half hours of sleep. Just something about smelling her again made it easy to pass out at 10 and coast until 6:30. I suppose that the kitties were blissed out helped with that as well.
So this weekend will be spent doing vacation laundry and, of course, the usual litany of chores, errands, and whatnot but, on top of all that, I have been asked to make my Baked Beans for Saturday Night Gaming because we will be grilling burgers and doing the whole “cookout” thing. Oooh, I should grab some Deviled Egg Potato Salad too.
If I am very lucky, I will forget that Monday is a day off on Sunday night.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Footrace finish line, 1925“. Photo is in the public domain using a Creative Commons License.)
I work 4 tens, so every weekend is a three day weekend. For holidays? The default is that I can work 4 eights that week. That doesn’t really feel like I’m getting a holiday. Instead, I use 2 hours of PTO on Tuesday and make it a 4-day weekend!
Plans? Don’t really have any. I have some painting that I need to do on the outside of the house, but I don’t think the weather is going to cooperate. Other than that, I hope to make it a relaxed weekend. Looks like King of the Ring is this Saturday, too.Report
Holy guacamole, Bert Weinman, your TV Ford man. That does bring back memories!
I have a 9 day weekend starting tomorrow. A friend and I are driving to New Mexico to spend a couple days at his brother’s really cool motel in Tucumcari. Check out the Blue Swallow Motel. Really psyched to make this trip. We have next to no plans and it’s going to be glorious.Report
Started watching Fallout on the Amazon.
Okay.
It’s good.Report
Friday Night Smackdown from Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. I notice that the female talent is wearing tight form-fighting costuming, but the only skin that actually shows is hands and face.Report
Yeah, that goes back to the first (or second?) Crown Jewel. We were making jokes at the time about how it would be only dudes and how the big deal was that Goldberg had been invited and, well, no politics.
But when we saw that there was a women’s match, we wondered how in the heck that they’d pull that off.
And when we saw the outfits we said “Ah. Of course.”
And we were kinda surprised that they were able to get away with spandex rather than with something like tracksuits.Report
…the first night she was back I got 8 and a half hours of sleep. Just something about smelling her again made it easy to pass out at 10 and coast until 6:30.
The kids and I put my wife in memory care something over a year ago. There is still not a night goes by when I don’t miss having her on the other side of the bed, bouncing it the proper way when she moves, and making the right sorts of odd noises when she dreams or even just breathes.Report
That really sucks.
I try to make sure that I appreciate having Maribou around. I know it’s easy to think “ah, jeez, what now?” when she asks me to do a little something. I should enjoy it more.Report
I am so sorry Michael, thank you for the reminder to treasure the present.Report