The weekend

My life completely follows the rhythm of the seven day week. Monday through Wednesday I hunker down to the demands of work, Thursday through friday I slowly level my gaze to see the approaching weekend and all it promises.

Now for the majority of my young adulthood I have allowed my weekend nights command my waking hours of Saturday & Sunday. And though I have not suddenly become a teetotaler, I have begun to see the great merit to productive activity during the daylight hours of the weekend. However one choses to allocate them, the weekends are truly ours for the taking.

This weekend approaching is shaping up to be a big one. Tomorrow night I leave for parts west to construct a deck for a dear friend's parents. An ambitious venture, I will be accompanied by a few lads and together we aim to be enjoying coffee on the structure by Sunday morning. I will post pictures detailing the success or failure.

Coincidentally, It just so happens that a friend is performing out in western Massachusetts Saturday night, and not an hour away from the job site. We hope to catch the show and all the happy valley has to offer.

Sunday I will be returning home just in time to unload my tools and head back out west to Worcester to catch the most recent reincarnation of the venerable Grateful Dead. I am sure this will be quite a cultural event, though which side of it I will fall on, voyeur or participant, I cannot tell.

Monday I hope to participate in the celebration of Patriots day and the great Boston Marathon. I was previously extended an invitation to a party in Boston, and should this work out, I expect there to be some talent about. Springtime and single, there could be worse things.

So there it is.