Weekends are important part of life. At least they are while you’re working. I don’t know if I’ll still appreciate weekends after I retire. I hope so, but I wonder if I’ll start doing weekend things during the week so I won’t have to be out in the weekend crowd. I think I might like avoiding the weekend folks for some things, but not everything. Some things belong on weekends.
For example, watching a little bit of sports at a bar. That’s a weekend thing. Oh, sure, there’s Monday Night Football, and according to some, but not according to the ratings, there’s Thursday Night Football. Oddly enough, there’s the brand-ownership-battle-scar called “Thursday Night Football on Sunday” because the NFL owns “Thursday Night” but Fox or CBS own “Sunday Night.” But baseball, college football, college basketball, college women’s softball, and the never-meant-to-be-televised sports of auto racing, golf and tennis, all are better suited for a weekend afternoon. And, they are all better viewed from your favorite stool at your favorite bar. Tuxis Grill, 2nd stool from either end.
I was there yesterday. A women’s tennis match was on. I quipped to the guy next to me: “next week, baseball.” He replied: “it’s good thing. I can’t take much more of this.”
After several weeks and weekends that were complicated by travel, preparing to travel, recovering from travel, I realized that it takes a normal weekend for my life to settle down and feel right. It takes waking up a little later – 6:00-ish instead of 5:00-ish – and sitting with Maddie. Maddie greets me during the week, and we sit, but it’s not the same. On the weekend, we sit, then we go out and check the perimeter and then we sit some more. Then she puts her head on my foot and goes to sleep while I read a few of your blogs on my phone and look at the paper. Then we go for a walk.
I know, boring, but it helps recalibrate my senses.
I may do all manner of tasks on the weekend, but they don’t seem like work. I either enjoy what I’m doing, or I do it in a way/place that makes it more tolerable. This past weekend, I finished our taxes. Working on a computer, just like I do during the week, but different. Comfo
rtable. I was reviewing our taxes Saturday night while watching “As Schools Match Wits” followed by a few Twilight Zone episodes, including: “The 7th Is Made Up of Phantoms.” That might not bode well for the accuracy of my refund, but it felt good. I also started writing this post, and Wednesday’s and next Saturday’s, and I gathered the doors photos I’ll be sharing on Thursday.
That’s normal. That’s normal and that means I’m going to have a normal week. I’m going to go to work for five days, like I haven’t in three weeks. I’m going to get coffee, stop and have breakfast at Maddie’s, pick up a pizza on Wednesday and watch baseball. OK, a normal week doesn’t include baseball, but since the Pirates are opening their season on the road in Boston, there will be three games on TV this week.
I’m going to extend my weekend into my work week by wearing a Pirates tee-shirt under my dress shirt on Monday. That dress shirt will be black, too. I sometimes do that on Friday, too. I like to give the weekend a head start. Since we can wear jeans on Friday, I dress for the weekend and then camouflage it under a dress shirt. Sometimes, I even wear my weekend watch.
Are your weekends different? Are they special? If you’re retired, do you have a favorite day of the week?
This was the song playing while I was in line for ice cream. It’s pretty easy to wait while The Who is playing.