Saturday

 We retirees like to joke that we don’t know what day it is, more often than not. 

There are definitely days, more often than I would like when I wake up and ask myself which day it is. That happens more often in certain seasons of course, but I don’t have enough regular retirement commitments to say, “It’s knitting group today, so it must be Tuesday” on a regular basis. Believe me, this isn’t a problem or if it is, it’s a good one to have already. I am not complaining nor am I worried about my brain.

Once I think about it though, I know it’s Saturday. Saturday is easy to remember, because more often than not, it’s the day I go nowhere.

Obviously I do go out on Saturday. Sometimes. There may be a one day craft fair or a weekend festival, or it may be one of the only times I can get together with my few close friends who still work, or with my daughter and son-in-law. But usually I try to avoid that. If it’s a three day festival, I hit the place on Friday whenever possible, and Sunday after church if not (which in my area is about half as crazy as Saturday)

Because Saturday is the day everyone else in the civilized world leaves their home, I try to avoid it. Occasionally I miss something. Today is the North Texas Rodeo and fair, which included a parade. I would probably have fun if I went. But the traffic will be doubled or tripled or worse, and the parking will be the same. There’s also a weekly community market that I have yet to visit in almost two years. Not a farmers market, but as is so popular these days, a market that has one or two farmer’s booths and then handmade body products and food trucks and crafts and………you get the idea. At some point I will hit one of the holiday markets.

Like I said, there are exceptions. A local wine bar has an Irish music group every other Saturday and I have been known to visit the same now and then. I’m sure I will hit either the fall or Christmas version of the community market and you may get me out to one of the big high school craft fairs. I also am considering becoming a patron of the local minor soccer team, because football (but I’m pretty sure they play on Friday night). And in October, my own church will have a bazaar which I am helping to organize, and will attend. But those are exceptions rather than the rule. 

Which is why most Saturdays (three out of four easily) you can find me at home. Doing nothing on occasion. Sometimes in my lounger all day. With zero guilt.

Here in north Texas, we’ve had a bit of a break.  It’s in the nineties as opposed to the triple digits.  Even better, the nights have cooled so I got up to 75 degrees and sat for almost two hours on my patio reading!  I have no plans for the day except planning for the upcoming week and making sloppy joes here shortly (I’m slowly moving to slightly larger lunches and slightly smaller dinners). And maybe to sit out on the patio again and observe and chat with all the neighbors who DID go out today-or are just enjoying the weather break like I am.

Have I mentioned how ready I am for football??