I love Saturdays. Don't get me wrong I love my family and friends very much, but Saturdays, well they are special. You see Saturdays I have all to myself. I can sit and day dream, or go for a walk with my devoted four legged companion, I can eat when I want, what I want, where I want, I can go and get a fruit smoothie, or an iced coffee or I can just sit and stare at the bright blue crisp sky outside. You see Saturdays are ALL mine. My man leaves early in the morning to do his duty at the fire station for 24 hours, and of course I live in an empty nest so both kidlets are already gone off on their own.
I don't clean on Saturdays anymore, I don't do laundry, sometimes I don't even make my bed. It is just me and my four legged companion. I don't have to think about what to make for lunch or dinner (I can have a bowl of hot oatmeal for dinner if I want) or even worry about cleaning up the dishes until I want to.
I can sit in the middle of the family room floor and look at photo albums reminiscing of when my kidlets were young, or when I was young for that matter. Saturdays are a peaceful time, I don't have to listen to the horrible news about this murder, that child abuse, the stock market crash, or more senseless squabbles amongst the political candidates.
Yup, I love Saturdays, my day to be selfish, silly and totally uncommitted to anything or anyone. Sunday comes soon enough and so does reality but for now, it is just me and my Saturday.
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- jlbo1981
- Like anyone having had children, I raised mine to be secure, successful adults but always secretly wanting to keep them small and protected.
2 comments:
Wow, my perfect day!
My man never leaves for 24 hours, so I never get one of your Saturdays.
Your post made me think about this:
Once when all the kidlets were home, we were planning a winter trip with the church youth group. Just a day or two before we were to go I slipped on the ice and severely injured my foot, so the trip was off for me, but I encouraged them to go on and have fun without me. They took me up on it, and so far so good.
Then a well-meaning friend got wind of the situation and called to inquire if I would be ok at home alone all weekend, or was I afraid to stay by myself? I assured her over and over that I was perfectly, perfectly fine. She could barely stand it, and was all set to come over and spend the night with me. I finally managed to convince her, but she just couldn't do nothing. So soon she showed up with some food and a car with an automatic transmission. She could not bear that not only would I be home alone, I couldn't even go out someplace. That thoughtfulness was very much appreciated.
It occurred to me though, that it must be that people just can't stand their own company. They must be bored...with themselves. Is that why they have to fill up every single minute with music, movies, tv, activities, etc? I'm afraid they can't stand their own company.
Ok, rant is over ;-)
I often wonder the very same thing. The peace, the solitude of just listening to the birds sing or watching them play tag is something I am afraid too many people today miss out on and what a shame.
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