How I Spend My Weekends

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt asks how book reviewers spend our weekends.

Well, typically I spend substantial parts of weekends reading books. I am a Christian without a church; reading a Christian book on the Saturday and writing about it on the Sunday is one form of Christian fellowship I have. 

The other form is visiting and being visited by people in the real world. (I do know some people in the real world; I just have a rule of writing about public figures, hypothetical people with generic names, and animals.) Some local lurkers have communicated to me that this web site would interest them more if it contained more details about who sold what to whom, and why, and who married whom, and why, and whether they knew something about their bride's or bridegroom's past, and so on. I don't like to talk or write about that kind of thing. Someone always gets a detail wrong and the writer can then be sued. 

I can occasionally mention a bit of local news that all the local people already know. For example, the marching band from East Tennessee State University, where many Gate City students go because it's only about thirty miles' drive, won a competition and will be marching in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. I would never mention their names but there is a possibility that people watching the parade on television will see a young relative, or relatives, of mine. I don't plan to watch television on Thanksgiving Day but no doubt I'll see the video recording later.

But as a rule the only part of any conversation with real-world friends that was ever supposed to appear on this web site were Grandma Bonnie Peters' recipes and any reminiscences the non-writers at this web site ever wrote down. 

Anyway, my weekends usually include books, conversation, and nature walks. And food, although the hazards of trying new recipes still keep me from posting much of what GBP hoped would be this web site's main attraction--delicious food that is naturally gluten-free and, preferably, vegan. 

And the cats. I don't actually spend a lot of time with the cats. They don't normally hang out in the office or go for walks or drives. They get breakfast and dinner and, on sunny days, the water-sharing ritual. If the weather is pleasant I'll probably sit down on the porch, usually about sunset, and pet each cat for a bit, and dangle a hedge trimming for them to chase, almost every day. The cats are my friends, very dear friends, but not my children.

Prayer is a part of my days. Sleeping is. Bathing and toothbrushing are. Some form and amount of music is, and at least a few rows of knitting. By Sunday night, I'm usually on the screen porch, with a heater and bundles of knitted fabric as they become necessary, writing and scheduling the pre-scheduled posts for this web site. 

This all sounds very routine. Well, it is. The reward of a life well lived is that eventually you get to have a routine. There is also room for adventures in my weekends but, since, they involve other people, I don't write about them.

How do you spend your weekends? If you're a reviewer I have read or will soon read your blog. If not, please feel free to answer in the comments section.