213. Sunday

Summer has made me reflect on many things. Especially this summer, it’s the first one in a long while where I have weekends free, I feel settled, and I’m making decisions about where my life is headed. I have some expendable dough and I also am tackling home improvement projects. I don’t feel as guilty about staying in one night. (But I do try to do something every weekend.) I also think I know myself just a little bit better.

I knew I had to get out of the house at least once today. I spent most of the morning reading the newspaper (as one does on a Sunday) and drinking coffee. I usually try to do something by 11 a.m., so I decided to finish up a painting project. I had spent most of yesterday prepping the whole thing with my mom and brother. I really don’t enjoy painting. I know it looks really simple, and the only way to really screw it up is to spill paint everywhere, but there’s a noticeable difference between a good and a great paint job.

I know that my time to move on to a new project is when I say “Oh shit” at least once every two minutes. That was starting to happen around 1:30 p.m. today. I came to a stopping place and started to clean up. There were a number of things I wanted to get done: writing projects, cleaning, exercising, laundry, cooking, calling friends, but the day reached a point where I got analysis paralysis. I didn’t want to commit to anything, so I decided to try and fall asleep on the couch. I think I was out for about 45 minutes.

I thought about starting a new project, but it was about 3 p.m. and I planned on going to Mass at the Basilica at 4:30 p.m. I knew I had to get out of the house, so I decided to go to the Loring Park Art Festival.

It was not all that fancy, just about 40-50 vendors around the park. I walked around the loop maybe three times, eyeing pieces to possibly add to my place. However, since the funds are a little low at the moment, I decided not to buy anything. The only booth that caught my eye was a photographer who had shot a lot of Minneapolis and Saint Paul. I really wanted a shot of the Grain Belt sign or one of Mickey’s Diner, but I decided against it. Sometimes you just have let it go for the moment. I figure I’ll find something eventually.

Which brings me back to my first paragraph. I didn’t do a whole lot of talking today. Just some projects, some other forms or electronic communication, and some getting out of the house. (I also made a pretty epic meal of summer squash quesadillas that caused me to go into a food coma.)

Monday, back to work, but another big week on the horizon.

*Apologies for the rambling nature of this post, my insight has been clouded due to my dinner.