Saturday Morning


Gerry and I have been retired for seven years and have grown accustomed to every day feeling like Saturday (except for the retirement gift of not having to go to busy places on the weekend like grocery stores and the like). But now, with a granddaughter in residence, Saturday feels like Saturday again.

I’m lingering, and may even enjoy a second cup of coffee before heading to the shower. It’s going to be a stellar day and Gerry’s going to head off on a hike. I don’t know yet what Miss M and I will get up to, though I have a couple of ideas.

There are tomatoes to roast and beans to harvest, neither of which is likely to garner much enthusiasm from Makiya. Ah, but these things must be done. We’ll fit in some other things like a trip to the library and maybe she’ll connect with some friends. Truth be told, I’m tired, and would be happy to spend the day on the deck with a book.

I have been writing mostly about surface things here lately and, for the time being, that’s okay. It keeps the writing muscles exercised. I want to get back to daily posting but am still trying to figure out new routines. We’re still in transition and that’s okay.

I find plenty of time for pondering as I go about these days and it’s good. Peaceful. I’m content with the cadence. I’m not doing some things, but doing others. Listening and learning.

Remember when Saturday morning meant a eating a bowl of cereal in front of the TV while watching cartoons? Or reading the “funnies” that came with the newspaper? Or Dad making pancakes? (Around here it’s Granddad making crepes and not just on weekends.)

So, here we go. Saturday. I’m off to get another cup of coffee. Enjoy your weekend!

P.S. It’s our son’s birthday! We’ve not seen much of him this year mainly due to his work commitments but we’re thankful for text messages and phone calls. Happy Birthday, to Michael!!

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here most mornings with a photo and a few words about ordinary extraordinary things and, sometimes, thin places where faith intersects.

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