It’s FRIDAY!!!

Call me strange, but Friday has always been my favorite day of the week. The entire day is filled with anticipation for the weekend–two glorious days of freedom from school, work, whatever! When you get up on Friday morning, you know you don’t have to go to bed early that night, and NO ALARM THE NEXT MORNING! Well, unless you have kids or grandkids that have games, parties, events, etc., for which you simply MUST be up to attend. . .

I love the weekends, don’t get me wrong, and Saturday is a good day, but Sunday . . . unlike Mama Cass, SUNDAY is the day I watch out for . . . can’t trust that day. Seems so laid back, it lulls you into a false sense of security, then BAM! It’s time to go to bed, setting the alarm for an ungodly hour and just like that, you’re back in work mode. Bleah. There truly needs to be another day between Saturday and Sunday. Maybe we could repurpose Tuesday–it’s the least likeable of all the days. It doesn’t carry the drama of Monday. Wednesday is hump day (as in, “we made it over the . . .”) so we have to keep that. Thursday is ALMOST Friday, and Friday, well, T G I F! My favorite day! So, Tuesday it is . . . we can call it Noneday. Friday, Saturday, Noneday, Sunday . . . well, you get the picture.

Friday is one of those days where you can either  completely relax from a long hard week, rewarding  yourself with dinner and drinks out with friends to celebrate surviving yet another awful week. Or it can be the “I’m going to get all my ‘chores’ done tonight so my weekend is completely free and guilt-free!” kind of day. I alternate between those two and one other option–the “I’m tired and I’m not doing a daggone thing.” kind of day. However you choose to celebrate is Just.Perfect.

This Friday will be packed. Granddaughter No. 1 has her first-ever middle-school softball game at 5:30. Yes, that will be chilly here in Kentucky where the weather is as changeable as Lady Gaga’s latest look. Then dinner and at least ONE margarita with two of my favorite people at one of my favorite ethnic ristorantes. Then a trip down memory lane at a  local watering hole to hear Jukebox Heroes, a band of people whom I know a little bit about (via Facebook) and look forward to seeing to find out what all the fuss is about with another good friend. Life is good in MY neighborhood–how about yours?

Not sure why . . .

. . . but in the shower this morning, the song “War!” (the Edwin Starr version) kept running through my head. Particularly the verse “Peace, love and understanding, tell me, is there no place for them today? They say we must fight to keep our freedom, but Lord, I know there’s got to be a better way”

It appears, if the late 60s-early 70s were any indication, that peace, love and understanding didn’t work. In the words of George Harrison, “You can lead a horse to the water, but you can’t make him drink.” What is it that makes some people want to be in total control of what other people do? I think it has to do with the thought that we have the best idea/plan/whatever, so naturally, we think everyone should think/do as we do.  I felt this way as a young adult, largely due to the teaching in my church. We were right, so anyone who didn’t think/believe/live as we did were WRONG! Many of us were so legalistic back then . . . thank goodness, I’m much more mellow now . . . 🙂

What do you think is the best way to keep our freedom?

A brand-new day . . .

Okay, I may not know a lot about this, but I’m starting today. I am one happy mother! And I hope that by sharing what makes me happy (as well as what makes me think and what makes me sad–generally what’s on my mind at any given time!), I can bring some happiness to others, inspire them to think, create, ponder and reach out beyond what they imagined they could!

More to come . . . have a happy, they’re free!

Caught in the moment . . .

Caught in the moment . . .

Taken by me in the Biltmore Gardens, circa 2003.