Monday, August 08, 2011

My Saturdays......

The fires still burn and my rage has not abated. Just so you know.

Last weekend, I said that Saturdays were my favourite day of the week. They are, you know. I LOVE Saturdays. For me, they are days which seem to be bursting with energy. Days when everyone is around, and the possibilities are endless, days when sport is the norm, gardens are full of activity, laughter rings out, like the doorbell, and there is always something to do. Maybe even going out for breakfast, who knows. The height of luxury for me.

Sundays are days which are more prescribed, because the mornings consist of church, and then there is always the fact that Monday seems to be racing towards us at supersonic speed, and I get preoccupied by the lists of things waiting for me to get to grips with as the new week gets going. I know they are the day of rest, or are supposed to be, but Sundays have a different feel. On Saturday, you always know that Sunday will follow, and you can rest. The energy, remember......

I love waking on Saturday morning, lying in bed a little longer than usual, and pondering what I will be doing.  I do know that millions don't get to do this - they work on Saturdays, like my sister and brother-in-law - they work Sundays too. And I also know that this will all seem really strange, because I am not working right now, and in a sense, you may think - what is the woman talking about - she can choose what to do any day. It doesn't quite work that way, though, believe me. There is a a great deal I get to wade through. But not on a Saturday. So my Saturdays are special right now.

If the weather is good, there is the garden to factor in - there is always work to be done out there, but that is fun for me and always a highlight. I love being out there.I love chatting to the neighbours over the fence too. And then I think - right - let's freeze some vegetables, maybe bake something, pop down to the village for coffee if it is the Traidcraft coffee morning, go for a little walk, start a new project, make new lists, sort out a cupboard....  And often someone pops in here for a coffee when they are out walking.

Being at home is my best bit. I love being home. So I may cut out some new fabric project, or do some machine embroidery, or send my son into the loft to haul down more boxes, or play with wood, sand or paint, or maybe I will just curl up on the couch with a book or my crochet hook..... the options are endless. I love it. And then, in summer, we may have a BBQ in the evening, and sit outside as the light starts fading (if it is not raining, of course!) and just enjoy the moment.

Saturdays are smiley days, you see. The cares of the previous week are left behind, and cares of the new week can wait. Business people and lawyers are all away from the office, so there is no way they can intrude on the day. It is one day - one little day when I get to choose what to do. And if the weather is foul, as it often is here, well, then nearly all of the best bits I have talked about work in just perfectly. The house may smell of cut roses, and sweetpeas, and freshly baked cake, and coffee - and there will be "stuff" going on.

Oh yes. I love my Saturdays. There should be more of them.

5 comments:

Needled Mom said...

That is so cute...happy days! I guess I have always found myself feeling that way about Mondays. Perhaps it comes from the fact that I worked a lot of weekends in my pre-retired life. Mondays are my clean slate day. I love to get up, change the bed, hang the sheets out and clean the house. All is new and fresh again. I LOVE Mondays.

Dawn said...

I used to feel that way about Saturday, but now it seems like all the days run together - except Sunday. But Sunday goes SO fast!!

Robin said...

Cut roses, sweetpeas, freshly baked cake, coffee ... may I stop by some Saturday?! :D

Vee said...

So often I remember saying, "Today feels like a Saturday." All that's changed now that every day is Saturday. Your home, your world, your crafts, and garden all sound so very lovely. Wish I could sit opposite and crochet up a storm with you.

Just finally heard something from London on the news this evening. Oh it does not look good. One young woman described the looters as "feral rats." An apt description I'd say.

Isabelle said...

You're so cheering and positive. (Apart from about the rioters - unbelievable twits.) Thank you for making me feel better.