“Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.”

The morning is damp and cloudy, and every now and then it rains a bit then stops. The whole day is supposed to be like that: a bit rainy, but I don’t mind. I have laundry to do, a bed to change and a book to read. It’s Killing Lincoln by Bill O’Reilly who’s not a favorite of mine but the book so far has been interesting.

I can hear lawn mowers: a Saturday sound ever since I was little. Now, though, it’s the gas mower and not the click clack of blades. Also missing is the sound of voices, of men talking to one another across lawns.  Mowing was traditionally a man’s job. Women worked inside the house except when hanging laundry and men worked outside. The yard was my father’s realm.

Saturday has always been my favorite day of the week. When I was a kid, it meant no early bedtime on Friday, a matinée in the afternoon during the fall and winter and staying up late until I was tired. This time of year it was a day to roam, to ride bikes, to have no destination in mind and no real plans. Saturday was spontaneous. When I was older, in high school, Saturday meant sleeping late, and Saturday night was reserved for friends. We’d go bowling or to a movie or just hang around together. My friend Tommy would invite us over his house, and his mother would make us pizza, great homemade pizza. When Bobby got his license and a car, we’d go to the drive-in, all of us. I remember laughing a lot.

College was a whole different set of friends and Saturday was party night. Sometimes we’d go to a hockey game and sometimes we’d party before but we always partied after. I remember going for breakfast around two or three in the morning at a local hole in the wall diner. Those were the best eggs I ever tasted. I’d get to bed around four.

When I was in Ghana, Saturday was sometimes go to market day and sometimes it was go see a really old movie outside at the Hotel d’Bull, like a drive-in without the car. Saturday was chore day for the students. They did their laundry and worked  around the school compound, but on Saturday night they had entertainment. Tribal dancing was one of my favorites. Usually Bill and I would roam all over to see the dancers. Peg usually stayed with the baby. Other nights we’d see a movie or a play completion or a singing competition among the houses.  It was, in its own way, a special day.

When I taught, Saturday was grocery shopping day and clean the house day, but it was still the best day of the week. I got to sleep late and I usually needed it. Friday was happy hour day, a day to celebrate the end of the work week, and Saturday was the day to recuperate from all that celebrating. Most Saturday nights I was busy with friends, sometimes we’d see a movie or just hang around together.

Now I joke that every day is Saturday, but there are still a few hold-over traditions. When it gets warmer, Saturday will be movie on the deck night. I love that. It’s like a return to the matinée days but without getting hit by a JuJu bead or having a flashlight shined in my eyes.

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18 Comments on ““Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Much the same day over here but just some drizzeling.

    I always went to the matines on Saturday and sometimes on Sundays as well After that it could be anything really.
    Later on it changed so it could be anything early in the day but almost always a movie in the evening. After that we usually went to my friends home and had tea and something to eat, many nights was spent playing Canasta 🙂

    When December started did our Christmas breakfasts start too, that meant buying lots of different things to have on sandwiches especially different kinds of cheese and breads and of clourse getting up nasty earky to start making the rice porridge, we were so many and hungry that it took hours to make it 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      Still a bit of an ugly day!

      We never have movies on Sunday. It was church then fa,ily dinner day.

      We were older when it became a Saturday night instead of day time movie. Mostly it was a drive-in, not a regular movie theater. We never played cards. I love to play so I wonder why we didn’t.

      My mother always had breakfast for us. In winter it was oatmeal with milk and sugar.

      Have a great evening!

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  2. Bob Says:

    Saturday was always a shopping day when I was young because stores couldn’t open or sell certain items on Sundays due to the “blue” laws. Now that the big box retailers moved in and got the laws changed any day can be a shopping day. Now with the internet any time can be a shopping moment without having to leave your room or getting dressed.

    As a kid my parents would send me to the movies on Saturday afternoons with a quarter which got me into the theater, a bag of popcorn and got me out of the house. Those kid’s shows were double features accompanied by several short subjects and lot of cartoons. That’s where the term “Matinée” referring to having sex in the afternoon originated. After moving into our house in the 1950s my father along with all the other neighborhood fathers mowed the lawns on Saturday mornings. It was a middle class ritual before lawn care companies services took over using cheap hispanic immigrant labor. My dad prided himself on his lawn looking like the infield grass at Fenway Park.

    Sleeping late on Saturday morning was always my richly deserved treat. When I was single Saturday night was always date night. Friday night we went to the clubs for happy hour hoping to meet a date for Saturday night. Unfortunately, most Saturday nights I spent with my friends back in the club looking for a woman who also struck out Friday night 🙂

    Today is beautiful with sunny skies and the temperature topping out in the low 80s. When Memorial Day weekend rolls around it will be hot enough to take a dip in a swimming pool.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      My parents went grocery shopping on Friday early evening. Saturday was work around the house and yard day. When my mother could afford it, we went to the movies which was probably 3 weekends a month. No one in the movies had sex when I was there. They used to make out in the back row, and we all looked going by them.

      Around here all the landscapers are just guys who started out with a lawn mower then bought trucks. There is only one lawn company: Scott’s. The rest are just regular guys. Two of my neighbors are landscapers as we call them. We have no Hispanics.

      Yup, Saturday was date night but usually with a steady. We never were into picking up guys.

      The ocean and pool waters are still in the 50’s here, far too cold for a plunge. Most pools aren’t even opened yet. Tomorrow will be in the 60’s which is warm enough for outside deck sitting.

      • Bob Says:

        I think you misunderstood. A mattinee is when you have sex at home, not in the theater, in the afternoon because you sent your kids to the matinee movie. However, making out in the balcony was always fun.

        Here the lawn care companies are owned by the people who started out with one mower and their neighborhood. When they got bigger they hired immigrants, legally here or not, to fuel their growing business.

      • katry Says:

        Bob,
        I did misunderstand. I always thought it was called an afternoon delight as in the song.

        Here the companies hire college kids who flock to the Cape for summer work and summer fun.


  3. How I miss the sound of a lawn mower! Seven inches of rain in two weeks. It will be mid week before we can try to mow the mud here. Enjoy your weekend 🙂

    • katry Says:

      plgcm,

      I miss it too. It was a great sound and it reminds me of my dad who always used a hand mower, never switched to a gas one. Every spring he’d bring it to the hardware store to have the blades sharpened. His lawn was always cut in a certain pattern.

      The rain they predicted for us has been a no-show so far.

      • Morpfy Says:

        miss the sound of a lawnmower?? well I just got finished mowing my lawn. Next time you can come mow it for me.. HeHeHe…

      • katry Says:

        Morpfy,
        If it is a hand mower with blades, I’ll be glad to come and watch!!

  4. Coleen Burnett Says:

    The last several years I worked on the weekends…when I was let go it took me a while to actually DO something besides sleep…

    Of course, right now I seem to be on a sort of “permanent vacation” (no work) so I guess I’m ALWAYS free… 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Coleen,

      My friend can’t imagine free time. She works all five days and chooses to go in on weekends. She can’t imagine not working, retiring. I don’t think I could ever have loved work that much.

      I just say every day is Saturday.


      • I should take your last line and put it on the wall…what a nice way to describe retirement! Gave me a good giggle…

        I would sometimes work several days straight… but always knowing there was a day off down the road. I will probably never retire, but you also got to take time to smell the roses…

        Coleen

      • katry Says:

        Coleen,

        Life is short enough without wasting it working all the time. I retired as early as I could with as high a retirement as I could have at the time. I have’t regretted it once!!

  5. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    When I was a kid, Friday night was pizza night at Kitty’s with my brothers and my parents. My parents had beer with their pizza and we had orangeade. Back then Kitty’s was a hole in the wall honky tonk joint with actual sawdust on the floor. Of course the A&P had sawdust on the floor, too. Possibly for the same reason but a different liquid. 🙂
    Saturday was movie day. Sometimes it was beach day. For my father it was yard work or fix the car day.
    I still have a non-motorized lawn mower. It does the clickety clack just fine but it isn’t really all that good at cutting the non-grass that forms a large percentage of my lawn. So I have a lawn maintenance service for normal stuff and a cordless electric mower for emergencies. There have been Hispanic guys on all my lawn service crews. Not a lot of college kids flock here during the summer. 🙂
    The weather is dreary here. About like yours except that it hasn’t actually managed to rain yet. A few spitty drops have fallen here and there. The wind came up pretty strong and it’s rather cool outside now. Maybe rain to come?
    Enjoy the evening.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Kitty’s was the only place we ever went out to eat as a whole family when I was a kid. It was cheap enough and you got plenty of food. I loved how busy it always was. You could hear people talking and the constant clatter of dishes.

      Sunday was beach day in the summer. When I was really young, we went to Revere, but when we were older we used to go to Gloucester.

      There are so many guys who do lawn service here. Their trucks are all over the place in the summer. My neighbor did my lawn earlier today. He has one of those stand on it mowers, almost like a people mover. Since he moved beside me, his business has grown by leaps and bounds. He has 3 trucks now and does all sorts of work. I guess lawns can be profitable.

      It’s raining now, a good rain.


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