Plans for the weekend

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Unlike usual, I mean, normal, I've been incredibly busy lately. On the one hand, it's fun, but honestly, I have to admit that being out and about all the time is tiring. So, I'm really looking forward to the end of the month. Volunteering is fun, but it can also be life-threatening, and that's probably why it's becoming increasingly difficult to find volunteers. Sometimes I see things and say, "That could be better, I could have done that in a flash," but then I balk because I don't see it as my job to save the world. In that respect, it's also questionable whether the world can be saved. I personally don't think so.
Over the past few months, I've been able to peek behind the scenes at various organizations, and that's given me a wealth of experience. It also makes me think, "Thank goodness, that's no longer my job," but also, "What are you so worried about?"
It's strange how things can turn out completely differently than I expected a few months ago. I thought I'd be able to sleep more and drift off into wonderful dreams, unwinding, but that will have to wait until winter arrives and I can start my hibernation again. Honestly, I'm looking forward to it, and as far as I'm concerned, it can last a few years or forever.
As enjoyable as it can be, it's exhausting to always be around people, helping them, and brightening their days. Of course, that's energizing at the time, and I have all sorts of plans for what I'll do once I get home. But often, nothing comes of it. When it comes down to it, the days, even the excruciatingly slow ones, are far too short, at least if you also want a few hours of sleep.

Plans for the weekend?
I haven't been used to making plans in years, and I've definitely written about it before. Tomorrow (Saturday), I do have plans: a double workshop I'll be giving on the theme of giving used goods a second life. I think that's a nice initiative for the holidays. Relaxing crafting with a group and making gifts at the same time (and, of course, no mess in your own house). Those workshops weren't planned, by the way, but that's also a service I offer to a foundation that promised no fewer than 12 workshops and received a subsidy for them, yet... didn't offer a single one this year. With a little luck and a bit of ingenuity, I can still manage six more this year, and then my volunteer work will be over. Then it's back to the quiet weeks and weekends when everyone forgets me and I can have a perpetual pajama day. I'm looking forward to it.




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Tomorrow (Saturday), I do have plans: a double workshop I'll be giving on the theme of giving used goods a second life.

Nice to learn more of this. Gone were the days that we would call the technician to come over to fix our TV for the umpteenth time. People discard things too easily these days

Those days are gone with us since a very long time. There are also repair cafés where you take your item and people fix it for free if possible

How are you, dear @emmabritt?
It's good to read your comment. If we all can develop the skills, an expert is just one of us.

A super creative day/week
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 23 days ago 

As they say, you have to rest. I rest on Saturday afternoons and part of Sundays. I like to exercise. I'm not going to say I rest when I die, well, maybe hahaha

It's a weird thing to say: you can rest when you die (it's what my grandmother said. I assume that generation been raised to always be active. Anyway, I am off to bed).

I hope you had a peaceful and restful weekend!

 22 days ago 

I say this because I'm 65 years old, just kidding hahaha.
Look, I can't start this month by lying. I already know what I'm going to ask Santa for. I have to behave if I want my presents hahaha.
Joking aside, I heard this phrase when I was playing parqués with some older adults, and it seems very true to me. If we have the gift of life, we should strive to live it to the fullest. Besides, if I don't work, I can't buy milk for my coffee.

 21 days ago 

Weekend plans.

I passed by a store and saw a bag of black potato chips in the window (the bag). Instantly, I thought of you. The 987 pelicans fluttered over my face, rearranging themselves on the roofs and chimneys. We never had chimneys or stoves here. The pelicans were disposable plastic, and the sea was a mirage.
We only had seashells to crack against each other. The occasional freshwater crab and the nostalgia for times gone by.
I'll be able to paint this weekend. Miss art.