A Weekend of Making Things

Some weekends are for errands. Some are for recovery.

This one feels like a weekend for making things.

I’ll be in the garden, watching baseball, and practicing bookbinding with simple materials.

Nothing glamorous—just the satisfying work of learning by doing.

I ordered cardstock that should arrive tomorrow, and I plan to try Coptic binding for the first time. With luck, I’ll end the weekend with a notebook worthy of gifting to a friend. Realistically, it may take a few attempts—but who’s counting?

I chose black cardstock along with a few shades of gray. Even if the work is simple, it suits my minimalist nature.

There is plenty of gardening to do as well, assuming the weather cooperates. Some starts may be ready for larger containers, which feels like a small victory after I had to replant several when my cat decided to have a snack.

Weeding is inevitable. So far, nothing I direct-sowed has germinated enough to distinguish itself confidently from the weeds.

Baseball is inevitable too.

If I can’t watch, I’ll listen while working outside. If I can watch, I can bind books at the same time. Either way, the game will be part of the weekend rhythm.

And after baseball?

Obviously, one turns to a Doctor Who binge.