“I told myself that I was going to live the rest of my life as if it were Saturday.”

During the night, I grabbed the afghan as my house had gotten so cold. This morning it was 66˚. I admit I turned on the heat for a while until the house was warmer. Putting on a sweatshirt also helped. The sun was out when Gracie and I got the papers. Now the sky is cloudy, and rain is predicted for this afternoon and evening. I have nowhere I have to be today, and I’m glad.

Saturday has always been my favorite day. When I was a kid, I had the whole day to do what I wanted. Breakfast and favorite programs were first then I was out the door. Mostly I rode my bike so I could explore more. No part of town was out of riding reach. The best end of town was the zoo. It didn’t cost anything in those days. Sometimes we’d ride to the next town over and bike around Lake Quannapowitt. Other times we had no destination. We just rode around town and checked out our favorite places like the house of the newspaper and rag man which had a huge porch and an out-building, both filled with papers. We’d check out the town barn and the horses. On warm days, the firemen sat outside the station in front of the engine bays, and we’d stop to talk with them. They’d let us go check out the fire engines. We’d ride down the hilly driveway to the schoolyard then skid in the sand along the sides of the yard just for the fun of it. I don’t remember ever being bored, even in winter we found stuff to do.

When I was in Ghana, I’d go into town on a Saturday and roam the market hoping to find something unexpected. When I’d finished, I’d sit and have a cold Coke at the one place which had a fridge. It was the last store in a line of stores on the main street. It had a few tables and chairs outside. It was there an American guy stopped to talk to me. He wanted to know where the bare-breasted women were. I was angry and horrified. I told him so. He quickly left. I never ran into him again.

When I was working, I wanted one free day to do whatever I wanted. Saturday was the perfect choice, the historical choice. Once in a while I’d grocery shop on Saturday and once a month I’d dust and vacuum, but mostly Saturday was for fun.

Now I always say every day is Saturday.


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8 Comments on ““I told myself that I was going to live the rest of my life as if it were Saturday.””

  1. Bob Says:

    When I was a kid my Saturday was similar to your’s. The exception was the couple of years before my Bar Mitzvah. One of the requirements was that I had to attend Saturday morning services. That would have been fine except my father drove me to the synagogue and dropped me off instead of staying. That really turned me off from my religious practice for many years. I had to give up those Saturday morning kid shows to pray, not even close.
    The Bar Mitzvah was an opportunity for the parents to put on a big show party for their family and friends to show them how successful they were. I saw right through the BS but played along because I had little choice.

    Today it’s cooler and sunny, with a high around 85 degrees. You would be singing the song, “We’re Having a Heat Wave”.

    • katry Says:

      I’d feel the same way if my dad drove me to church then left. I’d probably have sneaked away after he was gone. I stopped going when I was in college.

      There were few Jewish families in my town when I was growing up. Finally there were enough so a synagogue was built. It wasn’t close to the town center. I wondered why. I saw a movie about that very thing: the over the top Bar Mitzvahs.

      85˚ is about the highest we usually get all summer.

      • Bob Says:

        It was called “Keeping Up With the Steins”. It had a great cast including Daryl Hanna, Gary Marshell, Doris Roberts, Larry Miller and Neil Diamond. Although my parents weren’t going to rent out Yankee Stadium, there’s a lot of truth in the movie and it’s a fun watch even today.

      • katry Says:

        Thanks for the title. I also thought it was fun. The kid was the one with the most sense.

  2. Hedley Says:

    Football and chores
    Hasn’t changed really. Back then I would play (really badly), and/or stroll in to the Bridge to watch or culminate date night with Match of the Day.

    Jobs were done early and at 7.30 this morning I was watch Spurs and the amazing Harry Kane go up to Huddersfield and win 4-0. And then chores go and get done.

    Bob, are you fasting ? 4hours to go ..

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      You were busy quite early. I guess that happens when you have an incentive like Spurs and the amazing Harry Kane.

      I did have basketball on Saturday mornings, but I was older then, 11 or 12. We played in a CYO league.

  3. Birgit Says:

    It’s already Sunday now but this was a quite normal Saturday. Rain all day long, I skipped grocery shopping, and in the evening -guess what- another free global music festival. It was a regional competition, 4 groups today, mainly European and Middle East music, very interesting music and mix of styles. So to add a different European flavor (other than the Bay City Rollers) to KTCC, this group with Polish music was fun:

    • katry Says:

      We were supposed to have rain, but it missed us. Boston and the towns around ended up with tons of rain and some street flooding.

      I’d have skipped grocery shopping too.

      At first I didn’t like the music, it sounded too busy, but when she began singing, I really enjoy it.

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