Saturdays

What is it about a Saturday that makes you smile? I mean, when you mention a Monday, folks noses wrinkle up like a dried prune. Wednesday perks folks a bit because it's commonly referred to as "Hump Day", midway to - you guessed it- Saturday. Tuesday and Thursday are just days that start with T. Friday, well, that's the... "end of the week-get outta my way-free at last-free at last" day. Sunday is the Lords day, so we try to drop in on Him and say hello, thank Him for our blessings and hear a little from his Word. But Saturday , this day is in a league all it's own.

Don't seem right really, that most of the world anymore spends five days a week living for, and looking forward to,  two. I'd love to reverse that . Workin two days and bein' off five seems like an idea that congress on both sides of the aisle would be interested in. But my live-in Commander in Chief says..uh...no.

Saturdays for me are my laid back days. Oh, I well know that for folks with kids in school that Saturday can be hectic. There's ball practice, 4H projects, tournaments, Friday night sleep-over cleanup , get the sleep-over kids back home, then ...and that's all before noon. Been there, done that. And, some Saturdays are busy with my Grandsons activities, but that's a good, kind of enjoyable busy.
But, for the most part, I enjoy my Saturdays leisurely pace.

I get an extra thirty minutes sleep (unless it's hunting season) or just lie there a bit, mulling over things. I put on my jeans a little slower, pull  an old worn out shirt out of the closet. I forget about shavin', and if theres no rush to get outside, I slip on my Indian moccasins and head for the Java maker.

 A good cold sip of buttermilk, while I'm waitin on the coffee, removes the taste of sleep from my mouth. The coffee will take care of the cobwebs in my brain, and widen my old droopy eyes. In the spring and summer I'll mosey out on the back porch, and check the early mornin sky. The chickens will be makin their contented clucking sounds out in the pens, and the horses , in their pasture northeast of the house, always whinny to each other; as if to say "Good mornin". I'll lean on the rail awhile or saunter over to my Cracker Barrel-style rocker and watch the day as it births.

Oh, there will be the daily things to do. A little wood to cut. New chicks to check on.  I  still  need to feed and water the Chicken Ranch critters. I'll do  some work on the old red truck... it's missin a bit.The shop needs to be straightened up or auctioned off . But, on Saturdays, there just isn't the sense of urgency that you feel on the weekdays. There's things to do, but you do 'em at a slower, more relaxed pace. A young boy once said that they named the 7th day of the week Saturday because that's when old folks "just  sat all day".

Well I won't sit all day on this Saturday, not with a winter storm comin, but I won't hurry and rush through the hours either. I mean, I have to wait seven more days before another Sat-all-day comes along. I'll take my time. I'm in no hurry to see this one end.