Come Saturday morning
I’m goin’ away with my friend
We’ll Saturday-spend till the end of the day…
— The Sandpipers
Sometimes on Saturday mornings I’ll boot up iTunes and play that song while Chuck is still sleeping. This is one of those mornings I probably will, providing he is still in bed when I finish this.
It seems Chuck and I haven’t had a full free weekend once this year. Either there have been visitors, or I’ve been out of town, or there were commitments — fortunately enjoyable ones — that kept us on our toes, yet unable to truly delve into just having a free weekend.
I went to a birthday party last night, got home around 10:15, and went to bed shortly after. An enjoyable evening, but it still took away my Friday night at home with Chuck.
This morning at 8:05, as I sip my coffee, I smile to think that, once a few minor chores are out of the way, the weekend is open. We plan to venture out and enjoy our neighborhood; plenty of places to walk to, have a bite and some drinks, maybe a little shopping, whatever the day brings.
We’ll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles…
No matter how busy we are, we all need days, weekends like this — whether alone or with a partner — where you are free to do pretty much whatever brings you joy.
We’ll Saturday-laugh more than half of the day…
Life just seems to flash by at times. I see my friends’ children, who just yesterday were toddling about, and are now raising a cocktail with their parents for a 23rd birthday celebration out on the town. Sometimes I don’t know if my long memory is an advantage or a hindrance. Is it my long memory that makes it seem as though time is rushing by so quickly?
Regardless, it’s good to slow down, take it all in and rejoice in the fact that I am still here; here with my husband, our five dogs, in our home that we love, in a neighborhood we love, in a city we love.
It’s going to be a good day. I can feel it. And maybe, just maybe, one that,
…we will remember long after Saturday’s gone.