My mission for this weekend was to glue the kitchen table and, if possible, paint it. Well, it’s in one piece now and has had one coat of paint, so I’m reasonably confident that I will achieve my goal. Which is a good thing, I guess. Other goals for the weekend included a long, pleasant picnic yesterday as a means to avoid hearing anything about the football game (“the football game” was Denmark vs. Norway and the papers been full of it for weeks, it seems, making all us sane people heartily sick of the whole thing). That was successful, too, meaning the picnic was indeed both pleasant and long and I have no idea who won the game.
I have just settled another mission for tomorrow (which, this weekend being Pentecost, is a holiday in Norway), in addition to giving the table another coat of paint. I’m going rollerblading with Linda. It’s got to be two years at least since I last wore the rolleblades, so this could be interesting. Some exercise will do me good, I suspect, and blading is fun, so that’s a good start.
On a completely different note: I have just been watching Justin Timberlake on MTV, trying to figure out why people like the guy. I really can’t see it. Honestly. I try, but fail. I think he’s boring at best, creepy at worst. The music’s uninteresting. And the way he goes on about Britney Spears is, frankly, just pathetic. It might have been sweet if he’d chosen someone slightly more interesting to be heartbroken over, but as it is it really is just pathetic.
Voice in my head: Kathy (Singing in the Rain) – “All I do the whole day through is dream of you” (you know, that bit where she jumps out of the cake)