Does that phrase make your heart beat just a little faster? It does mine. I love the weekend!
For different people, the week’s end means different things. I have one writer friend who LOVES Mondays, because that means everyone goes back to school/work/whatever and she can get back to her life as she lives it.
Another lives for the weekends, barely making it through the days in between and reliving the weekend happenings as often as possible.
When I was in school, Friday meant beans and jeans day. Most of us loved having brown beans and cornbread at school, but for some reason, the cafeteria only served them on Fridays. (Maybe the gas building properties of the legume.) Being a devote britches girl, wearing a skirt every day was killer, so getting to wear jeans one-day-a-week some years and one day every-other-week others was a joy! So I loved Fridays even then.
Around the Spess house, we spent Saturday getting ready for Sunday morning church. When we were small, we took turns having Mama washed our hair in the kitchen sink. She’d roll it up on brush rollers, then we’d sit under the big old metal hairdryer until we were dry.
It was wonderful having Mama’s undivided attention for those few moments, so we never minded unless we were busy doing something fun when she called us for our turn. 🙂
In the summertime, after church on Sunday we nearly always went to one of the lakes in the area. (Okie-Land is filled with lakes.) All the aunts, uncles, cousins, Grandmother, Granddad and usually a few friends would take a ton of food and drive to the lake shore with someone dragging a boat.
All the kids could swim like perch in a pond, courtesy of C-Town’s free swimming lessons they gave every year. (Cousin from Old Ford came to C-Town and stayed with G and G while they took lessons.)
The uncles and Dad swam like they were born to it, but Grandmother and Aunt Phyllis didn’t swim very well, if at all. They’d both had friends who drown and were frightened of the water.
So when the girl cousins were swimming, Aunt Phyllis would make periodic trips to the edge of the water and yell, “You girls are out too far. Get back in this way!”
We’d put our feet on bottom and stand up to show her the water wasn’t very much over waist deep. But it still scared her, so we’d head back toward the too shallow stuff.
But even though Aunt Phyllis drown our hopes of swimming in the Olympics (as if) she fed us well. And we loved it! She made better fried chicken than the Colonel ever dreamed of.
I can’t begin to tell you the food we had at the lake. Sometimes there’d be roast, others hamburgers, and always vegetables, homemade pickles and salads and desserts everywhere. By the end of the summer, watermelons were the star attraction.
I’m telling you, the Spess gang can do some damage to a watermelon patch!
Wintertime, we didn’t get together with our cousins as much, but weekends were still fun.
As an adult, I still love the guts out of my weekends. When the kids were small, it meant extra time to spend with them. For a while we went out in our pontoon boat every weekend, but not with all their cousins. We lived too far away for them to come all the time.
Now I use that extra time to work in my garden or write or knit or spend time with my man. And once in a while, I like just vegging. (I didn’t do much of that when my kids were still home.)
“Let’s watch old movies all night… we’ll just veg out in front of the TV.”
“Yeah. Be still like vegetables. Lay like broccoli.”
Name that movie!
I’ll probably spend this weekend in my garden, fighting off ticks. 🙂 I’ll plant a few tomatoes Romanza raised in her greenhouse and get things ready for mulch. And I’ll break out the Roundup. (Can’t live without it!)
With a little luck, I might get to watch an old movie or two.
How are you going to celebrate the weekend?
- TGIF! Time to light the grill and let it be a Rollin’ weekend! (rollinoatstampa.com)
- #TGIF Happy Friday Friends! (majordilemma.wordpress.com)
- Wedding Trads (smalltownworld.wordpress.com)
- Summer at the lake (couchesforbreakfast.wordpress.com)