The Power of Nothing

“Hey Karen, what are you going to do this weekend?”


True conversation held last Friday.

The last two and a half months have been nothing short of a rat race. Every weekend something was brewing.

Every. Weekend. Since May.

Most of the stuff was good. Traveling, dinner with friends and family, visiting newly born godbabies, etc.

Also, both The Good Man and I celebrated birthdays over that time span.

There was also some crap stuff, like moving out of our place for termite tenting.

Every weekend was a blur, non-stop, arriving back at work Monday more tired then when I’d left the previous Friday.

I’m a Taurus, and by nature, a bit of an at-home kind of girl. Bonding with the red couch is my sort of speed.

My Gemini love is more of a “let’s GOOOOO” sort of fellow.

So for us, it is about striking a balance.

Combine my natural tendency to lay about with a couple months of mistreatment at the hands of my employers, and you have Little Johnny Karen on the verge of something not pretty.

All work and no play makes Karen a very, very cranky girl.

And so, for the past two and a half months I have been plotting and planning a weekend that included zero plans with anyone other than me, the husband and the feline.

I had targeted this past weekend for some time and was a little bit cranky in defending it. We had no less than FOUR invitations to do something this weekend. All of which, we turned down.

Sure, that may make me a bad friend, but I have my sanity to consider.

So finally, the delicious weekend of July 18th arrived, and good for my word, I did nothing.

Ok, to be fair, I did a few things. Laundry. Landlord came to make some needed repairs. Ran a few errands.

But I also took a *nap* on both Saturday and Sunday. Oh delicious mouth watering naps.

I also made dinner for me and the cutest boy on Saturday night. Took the time and made a genuine homemade dinner! Imgaine that!

You know what else? I *read* a book. My god, it’s like vacation porn. I actually sat on my tush and READ A BOOK. Ay god. Makes me drool just remembering.

So as it will, Monday has returned to my life, but so far so good. I feel a bit rested, calmer, ready to take on the slings and arrows that will inevitably land my way.

Next weekend, it all begins again. Rev up the big machine and start running. Won’t see another break until September…*sigh*

My new motto: Do nothing. And do it *really* well!

P.S. and all those old fashioned “you must get up early and work hard!” because you think it makes you moral-and-just type of folks. To you, I say BAH!

P.P.S. And BAH! again!

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  • Natalie

    Those are best kind of weekends. I like to call them, "jammy days", 'cause I don't even bother to shower.
    Ah… And reading a book. Such a luxury (coming from a former bookseller… so, so sad).

    But the very best is something you just can't buy: a nap. I love a good nap. Loves me some nap. Nap. Nap. Nap.

    I just had three days off and had a good nap and a good boo on one of those days. The other took Angela and the boys to Acoma Pueblo; did the tour, ate the bison burgers and roasted corn, bought some pots and jewelry. It was gorgeous. And the last day did errands and caught up on "stuff."

    Still… I could easily have done two more days.

    Glad you got some rest and relaxin' in.

    My word verification is, "rolenest" and it makes me go, "Hmmm…"
    Here's to a good book! (I'm currently reading Carlos Ruiz Zafon's "The Angel Game". I loved (LOVED!) his, "Shadow of the Wind" and am looking forward to Angel being just as good. Beautifully written (actually translated from Spanish)and just good stories to escape into. Check 'em out!

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