Saturday
Howdy. Frau G tells me it’s date night.
I’m sure all you parents had problems with your children from time to time. You recall that Sid’s dad, Grandpa Fernwilter, spent time in Sing Sing and various other rehabilatative facilities. The apple don’t fall far from the tree. The nuts don’t fall from the tree either.
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I could be wrong, but am pretty sure today is Friday 🙂
Hey, Sometimes I forget what year it is.
He may have started date night early and is already lubricated
Date nights ain’t what they used to be.
When you are retired, every night is a date night.
I assume you’re retired.
Yes, I am. I have determined after five years it is a cruel joke.
1. Everyone expects that now you can do that favor.
2. Did you forget that honey-do list, now decades long?
4. Since retirement, there is no longer any need to pay for services. After all, money does not grow on trees.
5. With age, the days are shorter, since a daily nap is necessary,
6. Physical strength wanes with each passing year. Thus tasks that took mere minutes take hours or days.
7. Mental acuity is a meaningless term. Not only is there no knowledge of simple things but there is no ability to say no.
8. There are more but I forget them.
Well, as for me, I don’t have very many relatives left to ask favors. Just Frau G. I do all the man stuff and lots of the cleaning. And half the cooking. And the shopping. And the gardening. And the plumbing. And the wiring. And the carpentry. And the car stuff. And the… Wait a minute. I’m retired. Believe me, I’m never bored.
Monday I’ve got Friday on my mind.
Back when I was working, I’d go in at the end of the week and people would say to me “Thank God it’s Friday!’.
My standard response was “Yes, only 3 more days until Monday”.
I was not popular with my co-workers.
When I was working, I mean drawing comics, I loved it. Weekends held no special place on my calendar. But strangely I always looked forward to
Saturday and Sunday.