I can’t make up my mind. It’s a holiday weekend. Should I leave for the weekend? Go with Alyx and Julie to Cochiti Lake and have a sun-fest? Go to Portales to visit Dan and Elizabeth? Go to Santa Fe for a secret weekend hideaway with my sweetie? Take the dogs camping? Paint the master bedroom a light sage green? Stay home and work in the yard?
The dogs say we can’t go to Cochiti or Portales because they would not be able to run free like the little wolves that they are. They also don’t like the Santa Fe idea because they would not be invited. They like yard work just fine as long as they are helping, but really need a good hike. They don’t care a fig about painting, unless it leads to a walk.
We’ve been discussing it for over a week now and have conclusively determined that we can’t make up our minds about anything.
We could plant some tomatoes. We could go to some movies and take a nap. We could lie around and read books.
Ok. The problem is, we can’t commit to going anywhere or doing anything. We are BAD FRIENDS who WON’T DO ANYTHING FUN. Dammit. And we’ve had friends over the years who would not commit to advance planning and have been VERY ANNOYED with them at the time. Hmm. Maybe we are overextended?
I think I’m voting to stay home and either paint or play yard games and take the dogs for many walks because I honestly feel for them, I do.
Have you ever noticed that I never talk about my work? I wonder why not? I mean, I think I could. Or about my fiction or my goals as a writer? Or about my writing group.
I think I’ll write more about writing itself, and the group that meets at my house, and what we are doing that works or does not work.
I miss my friend Ken, who just shut down his writing group after 16 continuous years.
This weekend, though, I think I’ll play it by ear.