For most people Saturday is a busy happy day. It is a day in the weekend when meetings, family get- together and organizing games and recreations take place and not to mention the Saturday night parties and good time for the socialites.
In my working era I most welcome the Saturdays. A day that I could be away from the madhouse. The weekend was therefore a relief giving me a chance to focus on my home and family. Being low salaried I could not have go-travel-holiday Saturdays like those rich people. Apart from clearing the backlog of the household chores most of my time would be spent playing with my two children.
|Once upon a time . . .|
If I plan to visit my already grown up children, that will be on a Saturday. If I my children were to visit me I know they will arrive here on the 6th day of the week.
Then there is the wedding invitations . . . ah again, on Saturdays.
Our tennis monthly tournament is on the first Saturday of each month.
Also on Saturday too friends come to visit.
|Once a Saturday . . .|
But today, Saturday, the morning was gloomy with intermittent rain. It is difficult to make decision to go or not to go while here was a girl so eager to show me the proof that the swimming attire that I bought for her was well worth it, that she is real and serious about swimming.
While she was in the mood I better not disappoint her. We swam cautiously under the gloomy sky and light rain. But soon there was a sound of thunder in the distance. We had to stop. Anyway she was able to prove to me with that few short laps.
(On the way home I kept thinking about my early girlhood days. I used to follow my mother and sometimes my grandma to pick kangkung di sawah bendang )
The lovable gerombolan left after lunch. They have to go back early because of an invitation to a Saturday night function.
Its quiet now. A quiet Saturday afternoon.
|Unusually quiet oriole - no calls|
Contacted a friend for tennis. Its Saturday, the weekend children are back, sorry . . .
The tennis court is quiet today, no one is playing there. There is an away friendly game, a return game in the city. Every one wants the opportunity to play in some posh club. Others may have their own arrangements.
It is such a happening day, you know. What else can there be.
What a slowish internet I am having now . . . arrrggghhh . . .
Stay cool . . .
Bye . . .