As
one grows old, the trick becomes
how
to receive each day differently
than
the last. Retired and restricted
makes
each day seem to be a Saturday.
Used
to be in younger days the week-
ends
were considered a glorious re-
prive
from school or work, two days
in
a row where you could choose your
preferred
time and place. Oh yes, there
were
things to get done which had to
wait
in line until there was some free
time,
repairs on home and car to be made,
errands
to run and loose ends to be tied.
But
there was always a break time to be
taken
at your own pace, naps to take, enter-
taining
events to attend, parties with family
and
friends. Oh praise be those weekends.
Nowadays,
there is that constant thread of
look-alike,
enfeebled and graying days. The
trick
is to come up with a new twist and turn
which
makes one day stand out from all the
rest.
Life can bore the living hell out of you
when
Saturdays repeat themselves for two
or
three days in a row. I like to pretend it’s
Wednesday
occasionally (Hump Day) even if
it
isn’t. Gives me a mental peak to overcome.
Also,
I can make-believe that I have a boss
who
is a damned fool, and just decide not to
show
up for work that day.
Chris
Hanch 8-10-19
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