Saturdays are Nice

Saturdays are nice, aren't they?

I'm amazed by how time feels different depending upon which day of the week it is.

Mondays to Fridays have a distinct feeling to them, so do Saturdays but that feeling is different, and Sundays are another thing altogether, a hangover from boarding school which hasn't left me after 33 years!   And the weird thing is... when you work for yourself all days should feel the same, 'cos you can choose what you do and when you do it.   Work at the weekends, skive off in the week.

Saturdays feel long, and wide and luxuriously lovely.   I seem to have plenty of time for everything I want to do today: a lie-in after a long sleep, recycling old classical musical CDs from a failed relationship with a musical conductor in the 90s (don't go there), a lovely Starbucks in the car, sunshine, a little cooking in preparation for a fireworks supper tonight with my nephs, some lively IM exchanges with a mate/colleague, replying to the backlog in the inbox, downloading some trax for the Wealth Conference.   Phew!   I might even attack the filing before the afternoon is out.

I LOVE time to look after myself.   Yesterday I skipped my usual swim in favour of a leisurely breakfast at home and I realised how much I enjoy hanging out at home with plenty of time to look after me.   I had English muffins for breakfast, that strange American invention.   Never seen an English muffin until I went Stateside and now they have crept across the Atlantic and are a staple in the UK.

Driving my car back into my home just now after the recycling/Starbucks trip, I realised that somehow Saturday feels deliciously different, slower.   I drive in during the week, and I hurtle up the ramp in the carpark to my rooftop parking slot.   No need to do that today, 'cos there's such an abundance of time.

Sun's gone in, so you can't have everything.

But I'm satisfied, and jolly - enjoying my Saturday and the fat time to take care of stuff which feels nice.

What are you doing with YOUR Saturday?

Comments

[Margaret]

Hi Judith!

I'm so with you on this one. Saturdays are great. Today I've had a real mixture where I've done the shopping, swept up leaves and fallen apples from the garden, filled in my financial tracking spreadsheets - all very domesticated.

Weaving in between these I've spent time brainstorming new business ventures, explored new internet marketing tools and shared a deliciously wicked mocha with whipped cream.

As you say, there's little reason that Saturday should be different to any other day of the week - apart from the fact that we give it permission to be that way.

Long may it continue!

[Wise Marion]

This Saturday was particularly good, even by Saturday standards.

After a week of torrential rain, the day dawned sunny and fresh. Off to the swimming pool and then some relaxed shopping. Shopping is always a laid back affair in Tipperary Town because it doesn't have enough shops to get into a frenzy over!

Then home where there is plenty that could be done and nothing that has to be done. So I lit my first fire of the year and this is what makes Autumn / Winter worthwhile for me. Our fireplace is in the kitchen so with Waggy and Fluffy intertwined and comotose on the settee in front of the fire, Jake and I settle down beside them to two of our favourite pastimes: playing Cashflow and watching a few episodes of 24.

Calories of course don't count on a Saturday so we eat fahitas with sour cream drizzling down our fingers, followed by ice creams and chocolates.

Sometimes it feels like I'm the richest person in the world.