Yesterday was my first Saturday at home, in a couple of months. I’ve been working Saturday through Wednesday, instead of starting on Sunday, because of a situation at my job, and also so I can earn a little extra money.
It was a win/win, because I was sacrificing to help the department with a problem, and that looks good to the higher-ups. Plus, my paychecks were heftier, which makes the CEO (Toney) happy. But it caused me to be almost completely cut-off from the real world.
Saturday is the only day all four of us are together, and I was starting to feel like a lodger, some weird guy who keeps odd hours, and takes some of his meals in the communal dining room. I talked to the boys on the phone a couple of times every day, but it’s not the same as joking around and having natural conversations. Ya know?
If I’d been living in Alaska for the past two months, my relationship with the kids wouldn’t have been much different. I didn’t see them, literally, for days on end. Same with Toney, and the whole thing was quite disorienting.
But this week they asked me to work on Friday instead, and I had a whole Saturday off. It felt luxurious, even though we didn’t do much. Just being around the house, with no soul-crushing deadline hanging over the proceedings, was a beautiful thing.
Saturdays, I now know, are the key to everything. That’s where we all come together and interact as a family. I never really noticed, until I didn’t have them anymore. Saturday is the day that keeps me grounded in reality.
And yesterday we went for a walk through a park near our house, and enjoyed the fall weather. Ahhh, I love it. It’s my favorite time of the year, by far. I don’t think I fully grasped that it was fall, until around noon yesterday. It’s kick-ass.
Then Toney had to go to Staples, to make some copies or something, and the boys and I went to Best Buy, a few doors down the way. We checked out the new 3-D TV and that was pretty cool. And we played around with the Playstation Move, which is their Wii rip-off. Also pretty cool. Possibly a Christmas present…
We need a new TV for the living room upstairs, so we looked at the 37-inch flat screens. They all had crystal clear Blu-ray pictures on them, and we started going overboard with the praise, for the benefit of the other shoppers:
“Look at the mole on that old man’s face! It feels like it’s levitating right in front of us, like I could just reach out and give it a honk. The detail in that mole is amazing!”
When we happened upon a display of something called Gaming Wipes, we had a fun conversation. I asked if they were for gaming nerds who get so excited to finally make it to the next level, they shit their pants. But apparently they’re for wiping down controllers ‘n’ stuff. Oh well.
And we all got a good laugh when an old lady asked our eleven year old son — who was wearing a Beatles t-shirt at the time — if he was an employee. He’s eleven! Good stuff.
After Best Buy we drove through the parking lot of an almost-completed mega-theater complex. It’s less than ten miles from our house, and looks like it’ll be fantastic. It’s even going to have an IMAX theater inside.
Then we went to Wegmans and purchased a six-pack of Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA, and returned home. We had a really good meat ‘n’ taters dinner, and watched TV in the evening.
It was incredible. We didn’t do anything of consequence, and spent almost no money, but it was one of the best days in recent memory. I’m going to continue working Saturdays, if they need me, because the money is so good. But I think I’m going to take one off per month, to stay grounded.
‘Cause Saturdays are the key to everything, I’ve learned.
What did you guys do yesterday? Anything more exciting than going to Best Buy? Tell us about it in the comments, won’t you?
And I’ll be back tomorrow.
See ya then!