A CELEBRATION OF NOTHING
It’s the first weekend in a loooong time that we’ve had nothing to do. We planned it this way, and the prospect makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Considering our planlessness, I will probably skip shaving in the day’s honor and be fuzzy on the outside as well.
Sure, I’ll probably end up working on the house a little bit. Stemming the tide of home improvements is much like trying to collect water in a net, so I’ve got to make some progress or I’ll end up flooded. But then maybe we’ll pack ourselves up and go to a nice park. Maybe a rare family dinner out somewhere. Soak up a little sun, savor a pinch of relaxation, enjoy a few ounces of laziness.
It will be nice not being on anyone else’s schedule for a change. We don’t have to rely on someone else, meet up with so-and-so and whooze-it, or do anything in particular.
Of course, that will change next weekend. The Petite Filet and the Cutlet are flying up to Tulsa, then the dog and I will drive up there (they will be staying until Wednesday; I have to be back at my cluttered desk on Monday). It’s her grandma’s 83rd birthday, and family from all over will convene for family fellowship, fun and food. I’m part of that family now. As the clan’s newest addition, the Cutlet is the main attraction wherever he goes, at least until a new cousin is born.
But for now, at least on Saturday, the day is ours. And we are going to use it as wisely as we know how: doing nothing. We will revel in nothingness. We’ll roll around in it like pigs in mud. Nothingness will cling to us like stink on a skunk. We will owe nothing to anyone, but we’ll owe something to nothing. Nothing rocks.
I’m so excited that I wrote a nothing haiku:
Nothing can own you
When you’ve got nothing to do
Free as free can be
Here’s to hoping your weekend is full of nothing but whatever, whomever and wherever it takes to make you smile. Have a great one.
