Sunday, August 8, 2010

Lazy Sunday

Maybe it's because I spent yesterday in the sun and I'm still a bit dehydrated. Maybe I'm still shaking off the last remnants of jetlag from buzzing between coasts last week. I could be a little tired because of back-to-back visits from my special naked friend. Maybe I'm just bone-lazy. Probably the latter.

I'm not known for being a bundle of weekend get-up-and-go. When I hear about the lists of plans that people have for their weekends I'm always in awe. "First, we're doing this, then we're doing that. Next we'll go to this, and then we'll do that.". It makes me tired just to hear their lists. I can't imagine going into a weekend with a to-do list as long as my arm after a week at work. I think this may be one of the reasons I'm not cut out for marriage. Married people just seem to have so many things to do.

Rare is the married couple who says, "No, we want to lay around in bed until noon on Sunday, reading the New York Times and drinking coffee. Then we're going to watch football all day, order Chinese for dinner, and go to bed without having showered all day."
I hate to say it, but I blame that on wives, sorry. Guys who were perfectly okay before marriage (and their to-be-wives were okay with them) doing exactly that, awaken one day, married, with a Puritan Work Ethic-wielding harridan standing over them. "Come ON, it's 8 o'clock and we have to go to Lowe's so we can re-sod the entire yard before sundown, then you have to clean the pool and get ready because we're having forty of our closest friends over for a barbecue tonight. Don't forget to take the car for a tire rotation and oil change while you're at it and we are supposed to have lunch with my parents then pop in to see your sister this afternoon."

Do any men wake up halfway through their marriages and wonder what happened to the girls who loved them just the way they were? Do they say, wow, who is this drill sergeant and what has she done with my wife?

I'm much more comfortable going into a weekend with no plans at all except maybe, "I have to do laundry." I love waking up with an unplanned expanse of hours in front of me and thinking, "What do I want to do today? Go to the beach? Hang out in Barnes & Noble? Walk around the East Village looking at things? Go to the movies?" I love getting a phone call from a friend who says, "Hey, I'm going to be in your neighborhood in a couple of hours, do you want to grab a bite?" and just throwing on some clothes and spending a couple hours gossiping and eating. I'm sort of the go-to girl for people who are at a loose end, and that's just fine.

Plus, I love to take naps. I take naps on the weekend like a senior citizen.

This has been a totally pointless and lazy post about being lazy.

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I'm so totally out of it today I posted something meant for this blog onto the public blog. Stupid thing about a word, but still. Need to corral that blog back into its little zen space.

I blame it on the bacon I ate for lunch.

8 comments:

Paula said...

I'm embarrassed because all this time I thought SNF = Saturday Night Fuck. I should have known you were classier than that, pls forgive me?

I've been pretty lazy on weekends since the kids don't need me for anything ... today I baked brownies cuz Sharon's coming over for dinner. Yay!

JD said...

Haahahaha! Especially because I almost never see him on Saturdays!

And yes, that's what people immediately think of after spending time with me -- she's all classy and stuff.

Brownies, yum. Two months to brownies, there will be no oven-turning-on until summer is over.

gekko said...

When married it was a "we" thing. We had kids who would not let us sleep and laze around. We had stuff we had signed up to do, stuff we both enjoyed doing, that started at a time we thought was right for us, etc.

Now, not married, no kids. I sleep, I laze, I putter. I do stuff, too, if it suits me.

Making brownies tonight, but that's cuz I'm taking 'em to work for some peeps. It is my (new) custom to celebrate my birthday by baking brownies to give to people I work with. Many of my work peeps were gone during my actual birthday. They're back now, so brownies for them. Yay!

JD said...

I love putzing around.

You're a nicer person than I am, Gekko. I do everything in my power to avoid my own birthday at work, even scheduling business trips to avoid it.

Don said...

No one knew about mine. I would have been annoyed. Politely.

I know what you're saying about the drill sergeant. Not a sudden change, though. In the 80s we lay around all day watching football. Then we got serious about finishing school. Then we became parents. Her inner Type A came out and it was off to the races. Now, I don't really want to laze around. I want to get shit DONE. Maybe after Burning Man I'll feel differently. Maybe. But for the next two three weeks sleep is going to take a secondary priority.

throckey said...

I do the insane task master thing, But my wife pretty much butts out of it. It's just me driving me. But I do take a day off now and then, like Sunday when I basically made my task to empty a leftover keg. Still workin' on it BTW.

gekko said...

Got tired of being the only one to celebrate my birthday. If I reward people on my birthday, then they'll start anticipating it. That'd be a fun thing, after a while.

Middle of a meeting with the customer (maybe even the Commandant!) and I'll say, "Hey, Rodney. Birthday's coming up" and he'll start drooling.

Loves it.

JD said...

Man, I'm coming to your office next year for your birthday.