Weekend? Or Weak Ending?
Opportunity knocks once and then batters down the door!
I bet I'm not alone!
One of my favorite topics is weekends. Maybe yours, too?
If you figure the weekend is Friday night to Sunday night, it seems as if it could be considered three days, but it's only two. Friday night is a "stinger". Most folks, especially the "youngers" by which I mean anyone younger than I am, plan their Friday nights with consummate planning. A movie, a night with friends, dancing perhaps, camping out or hiking, even studying...but don't count on a heavy vote for that one!
By the time Saturday morning rolls around, it's recovery time! Sleeping in has long been a favorite start for Saturdays, especially if the Friday night was long and exhausting, or even a disappointment.
Barbershops and hair salons see one of their busiest days, so that accounts for an hour or so every couple of weeks. If the family is taking a trip, that can gobble up the whole weekend, but may be creating memories for a lifetime.
Lots of folks lay in the groceries taking advantage of stores' "door openers" designed to pull them in for the rest of their more expensive shopping. Hardware stores are a favorite stop for the guys, as the "Honey, do's" get a little attention. And there is a stop to be made at the auto parts place for what's needed to keep the family's second biggest bill rolling down the road, perhaps even using a little less gasoline to get there!
By noontime, some food snuck into the schedule. Refortified and ready, the rest of Saturday floats by toward Saturday evening with chores, fun, TV, or something called exercise or work, depending on whether it was sought after or preferably avoided.
Somebody hits the kitchen to whip up some supper, or hits the phone for pizza, if the urge to avoid having to do dishes hasn't enticed a trip to a restaurant and paying triple or quadruple what the same meal might have cost using that new supply of groceries. The alternate choice: fast food and milk shakes at the nearest, crowded hot spot.
Saturday nights are sometimes a mirror image of Friday nights, especially if Friday night was not the big night of the week. More money spent helping the flagging economy, or sheer exhaustion saving the shekels for that hole in the monthly budget.
By the time Sunday morning rolls around it is usually "wind down time." The Sunday paper can tell us what other folks did the day before or will never be doing again. The sports scores and the new recipes, the weekly quick glance at world news usually makes us thankful we are where we are doing what we do, rather than where they are doing what they have thrust upon them.
Some of us get into our Sunday best and head off to our worship services. Others take the chance for a quiet day spent at a trout stream, finishing that last half of the lawn, or even more strenuous undertakings such as whipping up a barbecue to feed a horde of hungry visitors who "were just out for a drive and thought to stop by and say 'Hi!'" (perhaps easier handled by calling the pizza shop again!)
By Sunday night it is time to recite a West Point cadet's favorite lament: "Sunday night is here again; another weekend down the drain; another week in which to excel; another weekend shot to hell!"
Another take: http://perspycacious.hubpages.com/hub/Ill-Do-It-Saturday
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