Wait… that’s not my story at all. But for those few who get that reference…
(Yep, totally said it in her voice too)
Anywho… back to MY Saturday night… a little secret here. I like to color. Yep, I’m in my mid 40’s and I still like coloring. Anyone who has followed this blog for a while probably already knows this. But this last Saturday night, after a long night of conversation (counseling if you will), I needed to kick back and relax (at midnight… so I guess technically, it would have been Sunday, but… eh, who’s keeping track).
So I pulled out my brand new (I bought it two weeks ago) coloring book… correction… GIANT coloring book (this thing is huge) and flipped to the first empty page.
For this one, I wanted to use my crayons. I don’t know why, but the feeling of a crayon in my hand versus the colored pencil was just something I was craving. So I turned on whatever episode of “Community” I was currently rewatching…
And began to color away. 45 minutes and two episodes later, I laid down several severely nubbed crayons (I’m not the only one who hates nubbed crayons am I?) and colored myself done.
So, there you have it. The slightly less than interesting adventures of a middle-aged guy’s Saturday (or Sunday… whatever) night.
So, what did you do interesting this weekend? Please tell me, let me live at least semi-vicariously through your actions… please….
Between work, school, trying to maintain a semblance of what might look like a social life, and forging ahead with trying to become the writer that I know I should be, my life feels very full right now.Saturday’s have become my “Me” day, partly because my wife is away at work and the other two people who live in my home have recognized that hiding in their rooms or getting out of the house is the best way to avoid being caught in ‘the trap of having a conversation with me.’*
So, on Saturday’s I tend to be able to sleep in later than normal, which throws my morning routine into a bit of flux, but nothing that I haven’t compensated for over the course of time. As I really don’t want to travel unless I have too, tea becomes the caffeine vehicle of choice (something with cinnamon in it normally), and I forego my morning cup of Dunkin’ coffee. I meander around the house for a bit, usually picking some area and cleaning it for a bit (these tend to be my areas, as I truly despise cleaning up after full grown adults who are more than capable of cleaning after themselves) before settling down with my Tigger mug of tea (hrm, I think I shall adopt that as the new name of my mug.. yes, this works nicely) and cracking open one of the two HUMONGOUS books I have to read for class (seriously, one class has three books with over a thousand pages, the other class… well the book weighs like 8 pounds and is well over 4 inches thick…). Continue reading Saturday is on the way…→