“Middle age is when you’re sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn’t for you.”
We got our rain, and I think somebody else’s too. It poured all afternoon and evening, but I didn’t mind. It was welcomed as we hadn’t had rain in so very long. The storm also brought us a cool day and one without humidity. The air is clear and the sunlight sharp. The forecast is for chilly nights, down to the low 40’s, for the next few days. That sounds like fall to me.
When I was kid, every Saturday had a routine: up early, Saturday TV, cereal for breakfast and a matinee at the movie theater if my mother had the money. If she didn’t have the money, Saturday was a roam around and see what we could discover day. We’d head to the woods or the tracks or uptown. We didn’t have plans. We were open to any adventure that came our way.
Saturday night was bath night.
My father had his own Saturday routine. In the morning, he’d head uptown to the Chinaman’s to pick up and drop off his white shirts. He’d get a haircut if he needed one then he’d visit his friend Pullo at the drug store before heading home to do Saturday chores. This time of year was yard cleaning and leaf raking and burning.
My mother did the same things she did every day. She made beds, cooked meals, washed dishes and cleaned the house. The only difference in her day was we were all home to drive her crazy.
When I worked, Saturday was errand day for me. It was run around town and do what I hadn’t time for all week. I never minded all that much. It was nice to be outside in the daylight.
Now, Saturday is a whatever day. I have a routine of sorts: the papers, coffee and writing. After that, I’m always open to adventure.
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October 2, 2010 at 12:27 pm
I do remember looking at the morning program on Tv on Saturdays, but what I did later I´m not sure of. Either I was at friends playing or fishing down at the harbor. Most possibly I went to the library on saturdays too. I started to go there before I started school and it was close so I could go by myself.
My mother couldn´t stand the idea of being a house wife staying at home all day. So I went to my best friends home every work day. After that school took over that and she could work as much as she liked 🙂
It got mostly sunny here today, but a cold northern wind sort of dampened the joy of being outside 🙂
have a great day now!
Christer.
October 2, 2010 at 5:25 pm
Christer,
We used to follow the railroad tracks, explore the woods and look at all the store windows up town. It was never boring.
My mother never worked until we were all grown and living on our own.
Cool here but still a nice day.
October 2, 2010 at 4:51 pm
It’s raining, Wifes Birthday, kids making dinner, watched Spurs win, Van Dar Vaart is God, looking for Bill Tidy cartoons, Sparty is on, talked to Uncle Pauly in Ashtead, clearly iPad addicted, shopped amazon.co.uk, sister’s family arriving soon, reading Austerity Britain, it’s raining
October 2, 2010 at 5:26 pm
My Dear Hedley,
Just your typical Saturday!
October 2, 2010 at 4:55 pm
We were structured as children and I do recall Saturday’s also being chore day. We had to help in the yard and kitchen and it was the big day of the week for Mom and the girls to change all the linens in the house. I took out trash, emptied the kitty litter, in winter removed and cleaned the fireplace. We always had something to do and if everything was done usually it was “wash the car” time. I guess our mornings while parents slept in was really our time with Roy and Dale and Sky King and you name who.
October 2, 2010 at 5:27 pm
Z&Me,
We never had chores on Saturday so we could do whatever we wanted. My father had errands and my mother had chores. We just played.
October 3, 2010 at 9:58 am
I just have to say that I am so glad that writing is part of your day. I enjoy what you write so very much. I’m a bit younger than you are I think (I’m 54) but much of what you write does bring back memories.
My own mother always made hot dogs for dinner on Saturday night. That’s it. One time my grandmother (father’s mother) was visiting and was aghast to see this meal. I think she thought it was okay for us children, but her comment regarding this meal for my father was, “To a doctor, you give HOT DOGS?!” It’s funny what sticks in your mind!
October 3, 2010 at 10:20 am
Sara,
Thanks so much! I love to hear that Coffee can bring back memories.
I’m with you on Saturday night dinner. We had hot dogs, baked beans and brown bread, a New England staple. Other than the beans, it was a favorite dinner of mine.
October 3, 2010 at 2:39 pm
Having lived in Japan for many years when I was younger, stir-fried hot dogs are now my favorite… yummy!!!
October 3, 2010 at 9:21 pm
Sara,
I just can’t wrap my head around stir-fried hot dogs.
October 4, 2010 at 12:14 pm
Slice up some cabbage real thin. Slice hot dogs into little circles. Throw it in a hot wok or pan with some garlic. Put in some soy sauce at the end. It’s my favorite economy meal 😉 But maybe you had to have been there. I know friends who lived in Korea and China eat this, too. It’s Asia’s revenge for chop suey!!
October 4, 2010 at 9:59 pm
Sara,
That doesn’t sound too bad, and I am a hot dog fan. Thanks!