Weekends

Week-end is a weird word. I suppose it originated at a time when everything was closed on Saturdays and Sundays and the "week" was for working. That meant the Saturdays and Sundays signified the end of the "week"...no more working...

My how things have changed! Now, George's "weekend" starts at 8:00am on Wednesdays when he finishes his graveyard shift at the cement plant while Suzy's (his wife) kicks off more traditionally, Friday nights, with a closing beer with the co-workers. So much for weekends with the family!

And what about people who never get two days off in a row? Say, Saturdays and Mondays, or Tuesdays and Fridays. Do they have no weekend at all, or two? Are their "weeks" eternal and continuous, droning on through time and space, or do these days off signify "weeks" of a day or two broken by numerous "week"-ends? So hard to tell these days...

All I can say is that I love weekends. Even with a job I enjoy, I like weekends even better. I like sleeping in and doing my laundry while watching TV, being relaxed and not having to get anywhere by anytime. I enjoy taking my time and giving it to friends and family, laughing, playing, growing. YAY! Let's hear it for the weekend!