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Friday-My Day

 

Friday, the day I look forward to all week

It's been a heck of a week

Fraught with emotion, frustration and torn up self worth

Today I can put a closing lock on it.

Today is Friday - My day

 

Today is my sons' birthdays

Happy Birthday to the both of you

Wish you were here

Tomorrow I'll try to do a tribute post

Today is  Friday - My day

 

I work for a couple of hours

Just a token appearance really

Tomorrow is my one day off

the day my computer does't get turned on unless necessary

But today is Friday - My day.

 

Card playing day

First bridge with all the old fogies at the seniors centre

I am not a senior but they let me play with them - the more the merrier

and bridge players seem to be a dying breed

I fell in love with the game and will play with anyone, anywhere, anytime.

If you play bridge, you know,

If you don't, you don't.

 

Then a few hours on my own in town, walking around and running little errands

That part can get sketchy for me

because today is Friday - My day

 

Then head over to my friend Fran's

and organise for the night's game

either at her house, or Jackie's house, or Ralph's house or my house

and have an evening of letting go

playing cards and dominoes

With friends like these, I don't need enemies

Because the insults fly good naturedly through the room

The ribbing and teasing

and the laughing till we cry

We can all let loose, let our hair hang down, be totally us.

 

Everyone should have days like these.....

Fridays...

My days.

Who am I?

Picture if you will.......

It's been a gorgeous September, around 25C every day

warm enough for shorts and even tanktops

 

Today is Wednesday, half day of work for me

and newspaper day in our small town

 

So, after work, I take Monty and make the 45 minute walk to the mailbox and the store and back

looking for my e-bay order (still not there...sigh....)

and to pick up the paper along with my weekly bottle of Fresca

 



By the time I get home I've built up a sweat

Down the sunny dirt road and up the driveway

(note to self:  If  I ever move, make sure the driveway slopes down from the road

so that when I walk, I can return downhill)

 

Anyways, thought I'd sit at the table outside in the shade and read the paper and drink my Fresca

Now, this canvas backed chair is probably into its 3rd or 4th season

the last left of a set of four

and I knew better.
 

Really, I did.
 

But, the more sturdier chairs were scattered at various spots in the yard

And I was too hot to go and drag one over.

 

Last year, my son sat in one of these and fell through,

then did the same thing again the next day.

it was quite funny when it happened to him

 

But I was a victim of "It won't happen to me" syndrome.

 

I was onto the 3rd page of the paper

heard that canvas rip

and down into the chair I went

With a mighty "Oh shit"

Mighty enough for my Gerry to look out the window

 

"I'm gonna need help!" I called
What do you want me to do?" he asks
Which is not as inappropriate as it sounds,

as my husband had an "oh shit" of his own 5 weeks ago

And has had his leg bound up in a bright blue cast since then
In fact, we are a family of  "oh shits"
because my son is also sporting a bright blue cast,
but on his arm.

 

So, out he hobbles on his crutches

Thank god he's not into cameras because truth be told

had the situation been reversed the first thing I would have grabbed was my camera

 

"Just tip me sideways......gently"

Onto my side I thunked

I was wedged in there so tight that even as I lay on my side

It was not as easy to slide out as I thought

Particularly since I was laughing through the pain

And Monty thought it was the most interesting game to play

And Gerry stood there shaking his head

 

I did get out

brushed myself off

gathered my paper, the mail, and what remained of the Fresca and my dignity

and went inside to finish off safely on the couch.

 

The question remained though
That Gerry posed to me...

"What would you have done if I'd have been at work?"

 

Well,

I did have my cell phone in my pocket

Though that would be one heck of an embarrassing 911 call!!

 





On Autumn

 

 

photo credit here

 



Let's face it...no one wants summer to end.  Ever.

The beginning of fall gets a bum rap at this time of year.

 

But once we've resigned ourselves to the fact that

the cool nights

the dewy grass

the foggy mornings

really are here, and that it was not just a blip in summer's radar screen

fall really is a magnificent time of year.

 

As I read in a magazine yesterday,

it's when the new year starts for many of us,

more so than on January 1.

The summer hiatus has come to an end.

 

Labour day long weeked marks the beginning

Back to school shopping is complete

Tuesday morning the school busses will rumble out of their garages. 

Summer whites and sandals are beginning to be packed up

Jeans and jackets are appearing

People wearing shorts suddenly begin to look a little out of place.

 

This year marks the first year since we moved here and I began my adult life in 1989

that we have no kids going to school

First my husband's two daughters

Then our own two sons

All have graduated now

No more early morning wake up calls,

Lunches to make in the hopes that they don't end up in the garbage

or worse, left in the backpack for the week

and homework struggles....I will NOT miss those!

 

We have one tree in our yard that always seems a little ahead of schedule

the first to show buds in the spring

and the first to yellow in the fall

the first to bare its branches in preparation for the snow.

 

The hummingbird feeder hangs deserted

Time to give it a wash and put it away

somewhere where I will be able to find it next spring.

 

Time to put away the sunscreen and mosquito spray

air out the hockey gear, get those skates sharpened and ready to go

Hopefully I can play again this year

That depends on a few things

 

The wood stove wakes up from its summer hibernation

the floor fans are put away.

 

Bare feet and toenail polish

are no longer the order of the day

and we can skip the leg shaves if we want.

Tan lines are beginning to fade.

 

Fall is beautiful here

I imagine it is in most places

And I am ready to embrace it

And give credit where credit is due.