Weekend Fun
I remember when I was kid. Growing up, weekends usually meant working on the farm but Sunday afternoons usually were mine. In the winter, I would play with big brother in the basement. In the summer, we would roam all over the farm playing goodness knows what. A popular game we played was “getting ready for winter.” Yeah.
When I was a teenager, I read a lot. (Nerdy, I know - not a lot has changed.) Homework, working on the farm, occassionally I would do something with friends but not very often. I think it was around then that I started taking naps too.
My college years, weekends meant something entirely different. A lot of late nights and a lot of droopy-eyed mornings - err - afternoons.
Now I’m in the real world. A lot of weekends are spent at work. The weekends I don’t have to work, are spent like today. Watching college football, doing household chores (seriously, when did laundry become such a necessity? or cleaning? or bringing in wood for the fireplace?) and doing all the little odd jobs from the work week that I didn’t get finished.
Weekends - funny how they seem to have changed. Just wait til I’m like Really Old Lady. I’ll spend my weekends snoring in a chair with my television at the highest possible volume. It’ll still be on football though, I guarantee that.
