We leave it. I don't know what it is about Saturday, the sense you must "do" something. I try not to write on Saturdays. I try not to work. And I would really like not to have to "do" something. But every Saturday it's the same: What do you want to do today, Susan? And not to have an answer makes me feel like I'm somehow not being a team player.
So I'm off to do something. Not sure what yet. It's such a beautiful day on the mountain, I would prefer to sleep in a hammock and do nothing. But Saturday is "must do day" so I better think of something fast.
I do find it ironic though, that while you are raising your kids you dream of days of doing nothing and once your kids are grown the first thing you do on a day of nothing is plan something to do. Life is full of irony if you are willing to see it.
So I'm off to do something. Not sure what yet. It's such a beautiful day on the mountain, I would prefer to sleep in a hammock and do nothing. But Saturday is "must do day" so I better think of something fast.
I do find it ironic though, that while you are raising your kids you dream of days of doing nothing and once your kids are grown the first thing you do on a day of nothing is plan something to do. Life is full of irony if you are willing to see it.
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