How would you spend your time?

I doubt I would actually go anywhere – I prefer to do traveling with others. Although if the weather was nice I could certainly indulge my photography beast and go for a drive out to Gatineau or the Ottawa Valley.

At this point in my life I would probably spend time quilting and sewing though. I have a few projects I want to get done but just don’t have time for!

I’d take a day trip to the nearest large body of water and take photos. I’m planning that for next week, myself!

I would book myself a day at the spa, get a massage and the works. Then I would bake a cake and rent every single chick flick there is.. I would wake up early in the morning and jog…and spend the rest of my day in a hot bath thinking, and finally reading a book to sleep.

I would love to have the house to myself for the entire weekend. I would spend one day in bed and have a movie marathon. The next day would be spent in the backyard either in the pool or on the swing with a good book. I would just relax and enjoy the quiet.

I would go to some of my favorite antique shops. After I was finished, there is a great little French restaurant and I would take my time eating a wonderful meal. At home, I’d grab a great book, turn on some quiet music and just enjoy the peace and quiet.

If it was warm enough the next day, I’d head outside with my book and relax next to the pool.

I would hope I would get busy on all the short stories I’ve writing notes for the last few weeks, but knowing me, I’d spend far too much of it on Fluther.

If I had the money, definitely a spa day. A massage, facial, pedicure. Then I’d go out to a movie, go home, lay in bed and enjoy minimum 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep. I would love sleep.

Division by zero.

I would be lonely.
I’m not working right now, so I’m alone all day already. I look forward to people being home.

I would buy a house by the sea. I would renovate this historical home down to the last nut and bolt. There would be a stunning view of the ocean and property from atop a gently sloping cliff. There would be a woodland pond with a freshwater stream that led to the cliff before meandering lazily to the sea. Every window would be a french one that swung open wide sending the gossamer curtains billowing. Honeysuckle and forsythia would abound and fill the air with their fragrance in the spring. Aged wooden floorboards would speak of centuries of life. The smell of hearth fires would fill the space enveloping you in a cocoon of wood mixed with the brine of the sea. I would write about anything and everything, paint and sculpt all day. I would make love for hours. I would harvest fresh clams, lobster, fish, herbs from my garden and would make feasts. I would have long conversations and entertain students, professors and local government. I would shop for antiques and comb the world for items that were perfect for each and every room. Ever item, piece of furniture or adornment would have history and be an antique. Bliss would be my breakfast and ecstasy my supper.

I think I would:

do breakfast
have a long hot bath
look fabulous
start a painting
read
go for a bike ride
go to the cinema
eat out
have friends over
drink copious amounts of expensive wine
eat lovely smelly cheese
go to bed very late
lie in bed til 10 o clock
read some more
have the man of my dreams make me a continental breakfast in bed
drink champagne
go out for lunch
read some more
watch three good films
with tea and chocolate
and duvet
then drift into beautiful sleep
I don’t want much really

@SeventhSense You sure could do a lot in one weekend.

Wow. You’re all making my single life reality sound painfully dull. This is every weekend for me, and I don’t get nearly this much stuff done.

@casheroo
Ya, I just started visualizing. It felt good.

Masterbating, smoking weed and playing playstation.

Heaven

I would sleep for 72 hours straight.

Then I would travel to Scotland and hike the country working my way through europe painting and meeting people.

Oh and I wouldn’t follow directions…but, I guess I’ve got that one down already.

I just realized that I only have a weekend… Skip the sleep then!

Knowing me, I’d eventually get lonely, but until that point – I would get in my car early Saturday morning with all of my CDs and the NPR national map and I would drive for at least 6 hours, until I got to a city where I’ve never been (Nashville?) I would check into a hotel, and spend the afternoon and evening experiencing something new. Then I would sleep a little, get up in the morning for a great breakfast (eggs benedict, anyone?) and a leisurely drive home.

Lately?
In bed. Depressed. Spending too much time focusing on “the better times.”

But I’m working on that.

@aviona – try my perfect weekend, you’ll soon feel better

I would meditate, remove myself from media or any negativity, sleep well, eat well and exercise, and you can decide the rest.

I would do what I normally do but without yelling, ENOUGH, KNOCK IT OFF, QUIT FIGHTING, I HEARD YOU, and I SAID IN A MINUTE, every thiry seconds

& of course on Fluther way too much!

@aviona there is no such thing as too much fluther; that’s like too much oxygen. Wait, too much oxygen makes you light-headed. Bad analogy. I’ll be back later with something better.

Am I the only one who would get high?

@allen_o, most definitely not, I would certainly incorporate some weed into my weekend. It’s just that I regularly smoke with my partner, and sometimes it’s nice to not smoke for a weekend then finish it off with a big blunt at the end.