The Daily Drivel

Well, I completely missed yesterday...not the entire day, just the posting part. I thought of it, while eating my breakfast, and then I got dressed and then....well, I did write (type...word process) a letter to PhD and Masters, and got a box ready to send to them for their birthdays...so that was productive! That may have been the productivity high point of the weekend....

The weather was beautiful and I did manage a couple of walks! I spent time online, playing with my SuperPokePet...which is a subject for an entire stand alone blog and may be a blockbuster, run-away best seller when I write my novel and manage to have it published and promoted (hopefully, not by myself).

So, now it's Monday. You would think that since I've never worked a normal 40 hour week (well, not in thirty five years anyway!) - my workweeks consist of all manner of hours and combinations of days required by various and sundry commitments and responsibilities - that weekends would have lost their uniqueness a long time ago. But, weekends must be hardwired somewhere into the Western social psyche. Everything's open seven days a week, most jobs require a weekend here or there...certainly, Sunday as a day of rest has become an archaic social antiquity....and, yet...it's still a time that I can feel less guilty if I'm less productive. I will have a drink in the afternoon (late morning) on a weekend...I will play on my computer...I will watch something on TV in the morning that's not news!

Now that my oldest grandchild is in first grade, he's around on the weekends, as opposed to only visible during the week for a couple of hours after the bus drops him off down the road. Tall One traditionally golfs on a Saturday morning, and on Sundays has declared "golf and football" will be played on the TV all afternoon, creating angst amongst the natives. Tall One also cooks on Sunday evenings, trying in vain to revive the "family meal"...but, his dinners are good, even if his clean-up leaves something to be desired. Daughter and I often take a walk together on a Sunday afternoon...stopping at the Pub for a drink and to pump dollars in to the video games machine at the bar.

I just got back from my increasingly less frequent run...3 miles! That's about maximum without building in "walk" breaks...the joints just aren't cooperating...I'll be heading over to Nana's shortly...so I'll leave off now...till the next time...