Upon greeting, people often ask “How are you?”, while on a Monday morning, the question changes to “How was your weekend?” Do they really want to know, or are they merely being polite?
Assuming that you care about my health, let me recapture my weekend in a nutshell.
Saturday was laundry and cleaning day. I popped a Tide capsule in the washing machine, added a load of shirts and towels, poured in fabric softener and pressed the “ON” button. Nothing happened. I pressed the “ON” button again. I jabbed at it a few times more but the machine stayed stubbornly quiet.
"Stupid thing, what's the matter with you?" I asked.
No response, which is was a good thing because if the machine had spoken I would have run for the hills.
And then I noticed it ... the door wasn't closed. Once I pressed that firmly into place, a gently whoosh of water indicated that the washing cycle had started.
While the washing machine did its thing, I was going to do some vacuuming. A task not to be underestimated, because the vacuum cleaner weighs a ton. It almost requires a trained bodybuilder to move it from here to there.
I was halfway through sucking dirt from the carpet - all the while swinging to the beat of Jennifer Lopez - when the machine suddenly stopped. Hold on Jennifer, we seem to have technical difficulties.
I check the "ON" button, I checked the bristles, I peered in the dirt container ... everything seemed to be in order. So what was the matter with this thing? Ah, the electrical cord had come unplugged. That ought to do it.
When everything was clean and tidy I fired up my laptop for some writing. 32 emails awaited me.
Junk, junk, more junk, a message from the UK informing me that my email account had won 32 million Euros, a blog entry about how to be a better writer (must get to that later) and ... ah, a message from a friend who was kind enough to have a look at chapters 1, 2 and 3 of a new story.
I do say "Chapters 1, 2 and 3" because the story held six chapters at the time, but chapters 4, 5 and 6 were not quite approved yet.
After I read the edited chapters - much better this time around - I did a "Save As" and clicked the file name. OMG !!! too late I realized that I had just saved over the entire document and chapter 4, 5 and 6 were now gone. Stupid, stupid, STUPID!!! All that work for nothing.
Finally Sunday night arrived. This unfortunate weekend was almost over.
When it got a little chilly, I got up and closed the balcony door. Don't ask me what I did, because I still can't get my mind around it, but in the process I managed to squash two of my fingers. A scream of pain, followed by holding of the damaged fingers. And damaged they were. Not only were the cuticles on both fingers bleeding, they rapidly began to swell to the extent that the knuckles disappeared.
As you can see though, no real damage was done as I can still type.
How was my weekend? Well, let's just say I've had better.