How to Weekend?

How to Weekend?
Any tips?
I'm not sure!
But I think it involves not-thinking about work.

I got a text from a new coworker yesterday (an extra day off) re a work email about a required upcoming training--he said he remembers what it is to be a Newbie and wanted to let me know that I don't have to go to this training.

I wrote back that I hadn't seen the email but planned to to catch up on work emails this weekend.
He replied, Remember we don't work when we're not at work.
(I think he's active in the Union.)

And I replied: "You are not setting a good example, mister."

It's a nice change, though, to have a communicative coworker, and I decided to take his advice:
I know my brain is working overtime to sort out all the incoming info, so I will NOT add more by catching up on email.

I had frazzled myself at the thrift store my first summer by working a lot of extra hours for free. That wasn't as bad because as a part-timer, I had wriggle room;
but now at almost-full time, I'm packed in tighter. I want to take better care.

My cells felt as if they were humming and vibrating yesterday. I even worried that I'd caught a bug at school.
But this morning I woke at 5 o'clock feeling fine. I think the jangle truly was the result of processing a ton of stuff, like a computer overheating.

And now I can start my Saturday!
By not thinking/blogging about work.

Let me see.... What else?
I want a project I can work on when I come home every afternoon.
Not anything hard, just different and rather mindless.

The girlettes are not mindless--they are quite the taskmasters, demanding, "Make us raiments", and the like.
Speaking of which--Marz made a fantasy samurai monk'ette costume for a noodle (new doll).
It seems her name is Chocolate Chip:

I think a hobby is what I need.
Maybe mending...

I didn't like to sew after thrift work because my fingers were too sore. It worried me that I was repeatedly inuring my hand by lifting books all day.
Here's a nice thing about my new job: 
it doesn't stress my hands!

So, yes--I will set out my mending basket in readiness. I get home around 3:30 and have lots of good daylight. A cup of tea and a tattered raiment--perfect.

I'm glad I had set up a couple social outings for this weekend. Coming up this afternoon--the art institute with Denise (though my intent is not to budge from their atrium café).

Yesterday was Four Season café with Jshek--he is always a treat.
We talked about how we both have violent ancestors! (I didn't know that about him. Though who doesn't, really?)
And how we both can flare up in anger.

At first, I was saying that (a surge of anger) only happened when I was young. Then I remembered (and told him) that only a few years ago I'd stomped on a mini-grandfather clock lying on the floor at work--a donation--that wouldn't stop bonging.
(It stopped.)

I did it because I was angry, arguing with Big Boss about wages, and I wanted to show it.
It wasn't an uncontrolled act though--I chose to do it and was glad of it.

Jshek didn't give me an example, just said he had that potential too.

However, generally we are both quite pacific, the sort who would prefer to nap in the shade of a lovely day.
"Unambitious" as my grandmother would say--at least in any worldly way. (Jshek's working on writing his... fifth? novel, so he's hardly unambitious.)

Anyway, his condo needs repairs, due to water damage and general wear and tear, and this involves him choosing new flooring and a new couch.
We laughed about how we both hate this sort of thing––
"I might/could commit murder in a fit of rage, but I can't bear to choose new linoleum"
––while other people would never harm a fly and enjoy choosing new countertops.

bink & Maura, for instance, are redoing their kitchen, which has deteriorated since its last update in the 1970s (imagine that), and also their downstairs bathroom--adding a shower, for aging in place.

It looks like they are having fun planning this. They've certainly chosen fun colors and patterns, and their rooms will look fab!
I think Jshek is going with... Unambitious Gray.

Here're bink & Maura's choices:

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I mentioned the hymn "It Is Well with My Soul" (also known as "When Peace, Like A River")--written amidst trauma (story on Wikipedia)--sung by Stockholm men's choir Zero 8. 
Look--so hip!

(They sing all sorts, like Eric Clapton’s “Change the World”; also Dvořák's "Goin' Home".)

He didn't know "It Is Well with My Soul", so I sent this version, below.
I love this hymn:
Though trials should come,
even in the halls of high school,
it is well with my soul!

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Final note--Kirsten told me that--wondrously--assassin Jason Bourne (Matt Damon, in the movies, which I like) also is a proponent of sleep.

"Rest is a weapon", he says (in the novels by Robert Ludlum).
If you are a biological weapon, you know you must take care of your tool--and if it requires recharging, you better recharge.
via pinterest

Call me Pam.

There's pacific artwork of the quote--Lisa Sonara's dog Katy, at Visual Journal Studio, who says, "When we create something new, it takes tremendous energy."