There are things I miss about the weekend. Back before everything went to shit, I’d look forward to every Friday afternoon, when we’d finish for the week, head off to get a drink and something to eat, and then go home to enjoy the weekend. New movies came out on Fridays. As I grew older, fewer of them interested me, but it was nice to have that option. Recreation in general was centered around the weekend. Saturday afternoon baseball games. Sunday afternoon football. The bar scene. Plays and concerts. Working on pet projects around the house. Shopping for sales. Trying to jam as much leisure into two days until the work week came around on Monday.
My “weekend” now is Monday and Tuesday. I haven’t yet gotten used to it. Because everyone’s weekends are scattered (can’t possibly let everyone skip out on work for two days when the population is 800), there’s only about 120 people with the same weekend. There’s not a whole lot to do, so a lot of people end up working over those weekends, too, just to fill the time. I’m in a weekend basketball league, if one can call it that – it’s really just 15 guys who play a couple of 3-on-3 games, outside when weather permits, but usually in the gym. This fall we’re talking about a fort-wide flag football league; Chris Calhoun and I are working out the logistics. There are no more new movies. The fort has a huge library of films on disc, but no one gets together to watch them anymore.
This weekend, aside from hoops, I’m planning on weeding my victory garden and volunteering for/training at the hospital. It’s one of the more popular training programs, and it’s also one of the more important ones. I think it’s the responsibility of everyone to make themselves as useful as possible to the Fort. It’s our best shot at survival.