While I am grateful for the weekends, one thing I can’t count on anymore is the “fun weekend.” This isn’t to say that I don’t have fun weekends anymore (I had a great weekend last weekend and also a great Labor Day weekend when we celebrated Mom’s birthday), it’s just that nowaday a weekend could be filled with any number of necessary and unpleasant tasks… usually things that involve taking care of “family stuff” (generic term I’ll use which emcompasses Dad’s death-related stuff; I know this is going to drag on for months).
We won’t even go into spending weekends doing homework, studying for tests, or getting together for random projects.
This weekend I’ve got an appointment early tomorrow morning with my Mom and Bro to take care of some paperwork, an afternoon appointment, and work on Sunday. Saddest yet is that the memorial service for my cousin’s grandmother is on Sunday morning. I’m trying to swing it so I can attend and also get to work on time… not sure if that’s going to happen.
None of this leaves me any time to really relax or take care of random chores/paperwork/etc around the house over the weekend. People wonder why I don’t have time for things like blogging anymore. Well, since the only reason I really ever had time to blog was because I never really slept and now that I’m trying to sleep more, blogging gets pushed down my list of priorities even further. Then I miss hearing from my friends and having a place to go later when I’m trying to remember what the heck I was doing and I realize that blogging is one of the few things I do for myself that I really enjoy.
On a blog-related note, the post I wrote the week my Dad was in the hospital will now officially move off my front page– as will the other posts about my Dad as I start writing more. This makes me sad in a weird way; as if it means I’m moving on and leaving it behind me when in reality, I think about my Dad every single day now. But I can’t keep that post up forever (though I can just keep linking to it, I guess) and I should know that not having my Dad on the front page doesn’t mean I am forgetting about him. Funny though, that’s what it feels like what I’m doing…
Anyway, I do have one bright spot ahead this weekend… our last set of tickets for the Hollywood Bowl: Totally â€™80s with The Human League, The Psychedelic Furs & ABC hosted by Jane Wiedlin! I’ll admit, I’m less excited about these tix now than I was when I bought them last year (a lot of things are different now that Dad’s gone), but I’m still looking forward to it, nonetheless.