Mondays used to be Fun.
I have Mondays off. Which is a grand and glorious thing. One can swim at East Lyme High School in the morning, do a few errands -- the ones that the working stiffs have to do on Saturdays -- and get home in time to do Fun things. To have Fun.
Monday is Watch Hill Day.
Monday is Ocean Beach Day.
Monday is Deck Day.
Lately, though, I find myself going not only to the grocery store, package store and CVS, but Home Depot, Target and the P.O. too. And the library. And Babies Be Us. Then I get home at 3 starved, dehydrated, and having to pee like a racehorse. By the time I get the groceries away and eat luncheon, it's starting to get dark.
The other day after such a marathon Monday of errands I said to Mistah, "Mondays used to be Fun!" And I decided it's got to end, it's got to stop right here.
So this past Monday I woke up with a mission. With a mandate: It's time to put the Fun back in Mondays.
The Westy and I drove out to East Lyme High School, as planned . . . and the pool was broke. Not Fun! But we were not deterred in our mission. We drove home (after a quick stop at the grocery store. Okay, okay, and the package store, too. But that was it!), I got on my bicycle, and did a late-November warm-weather bike loop.
Then I raked our tiny yard and picked up leaves and did the last-of-the-season mow. Which may not sound Fun to you, but *is* Fun for me.
And then I took a shower (oh, what Fun) (seriously) and sat on my deck, and then the Fun really started.
Thomas Mann style.
Oh, we're putting the Fun back in Monday, allright . . .