Work to Live

~ Laura

I have three hours to pack up Jonah for a weekend church retreat and plug in 1,000 words into WaNoWriMo. I have to figure out what happened to Steve’s cellphone after he nodded off on a New Jersey train yesterday. He wasn’t drunk, just exhausted. I have no clue where anybody has to be next week. I talked about the economy with too many people this week and mapped out too many grandly ambitious projects that should be carved down to something that can actually be executed by someone with an attention span of a small furry animal.

And…. we need a break. When did things get so intense?  We need to do some random fun stuff. We need a burger and beer and bullshiting with old friends.

We have beer and bullshit on the agenda for the weekend. It actually took a ridiculous amount of planning to arrange the beer and the bullshit, but it’s happening.

What fun in on your calendar this weekend?

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14 thoughts on “Work to Live”

  1. Autistic Youngest just marked another birthday so it’s a dinner out for the three of us tonight. Tomorrow she and I will go grocery shopping which is actually a bit of a treat as far as she’s concerned. I’ll do laundry!

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  2. Date night at ruth’s chris restaurant week with a 30 dollar pre-fix steak dinner, hopefully discussing the job offer my husband gets this afternoon, which would mean a cross country move.

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  3. Well, fun for me means going to the library. Probably Bobst (the library at NYU) to read about Swedish history. So that is what I will do Saturday.

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  5. We are not hosting anyone this weekend. I think it’s the first time since Labor Day. Looking forward to clear skies to mess around with the telescope.

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  6. The girl has an acting class and a dentist appointment. Outside of that? Farmer’s market, a bit of yoga, a family bike ride if it isn’t raining, probably a movie too. Not going out with the man – he’s been travelling for work and all three of us are happy to hang out at home together. Also read the new Donna Tartt novel Goldfinch.

    And eating some artisanal ice cream – last week I heard the co-owners speak about their start up and we’re going to swing by and have a cone and buy a pint. They’ve been ridiculously successful in one year going from periodic farmers’ markets/making it themselves to 10 employees, wholesale contracts and a bricks & mortar shop.

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  7. Just got home from book group, where we read, no joke, As I Lay Dying, though that was prompted by someone who wanted to get the one with James Franco on the cover. There were four of us and we mostly talked about local stuff, schools, etc., but interspersed it with discussions of Faulkner. Good food, and definitely relaxing. But from here on out this weekend is full-on grading, with maybe a yoga class thrown in.

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  8. This weekend:
    -wake and a funeral
    -sabbatical application
    -impromptu breakfast with neighbors on 2nd floor
    -grading

    Last weekend:
    -drinks and dinner
    -impromptu subway ride to Coney Island complete with riding the Soarin’ Eagle and The Cyclone

    Given how serious this weekend was, I thought it imperative to illustrate that last weekend was fun. The upshot is that there is some balance.

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  9. Very restful weekend. DIdn’t have to drive anyone to NY for a violin lesson (No joke that, since we live about seven hours away). Cleaned my entire house. Found lots of things I thought were lost forever.

    Went to one of those home shows where you tour houses you could never possibly afford — THey used to make me envious, but now for some reason I’m really cynical and I notice all the ways you’re being manipulated when you walk through one of them. (My favorite was this one that had all this really tacky black and white decor, and pink walls, and a picture of this family on the wall. The woman was really buff and the guy looked like one of those romance novel dudes with the long feathered hair. My husband kept referring to it as ‘the bordello house’ and suggesting that this is the house that the secretary thinks the rich dude is going to buy her after he leaves his wife. OF course, he’s never going to leave his wife, and he could never afford the house after the divorce — but I guess that’s part of the fantasy that they’re selling.)

    I loved the new car parked in the drive-way with the bow on it, which said “Get this as a housewarming gift.” Because after you pay for a new million dollar home you just have to spend that extra little bit of change in your pocket to buy the new BMW. WHo are they kidding? It was a held in a development that has already had more than a few foreclosures . . .

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  10. 1. Finishing reading Rosalind Wiseman’s new book “Masterminds and Wingmen” – the boy version of her prior “Queen Bees and Wannabes” (aka “mean girls”) book. Loving it so far.

    2. Figuring out how to cope with my 6-year-old son’s sudden germ phobia: “I touched something from Nature, but will I get sick because I didn’t get to wash my hands right away?!”

    3. Must.Organize.Family.Photos. Ugh.

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