There is something about 5:30 p.m. on a Sunday that makes me want to cram so many things into what's left of the weekend. Suddenly, I want to clean, to organize, to scrapbook. Anything to make me think that I did have a productive weekend after all.
As it is, my weekends are broken down into slow, leisurely hours that have me lounging in house clothes. There is nothing about my Saturdays and Sundays that says "rush." Instead I have cultivated the art of idling: of two-day movie marathons, of doing everything and nothing.
On weekends, I am so many things. I am, among others, a storyteller, a magician, a pupil, a doctor, a playmate, a singer. I am a fan, an audience, an awestruck mom to a three-year-old who sees wonder in all things. Yes, even in a dead lizard.
Alas, weekends, too, have to end. Tomorrow, it will be back to my other world, where is no time to dawdle, where there are deadlines and dress codes. It is a world that I also love, although not with as much passion as my weekend world. And at 5:30 p.m., on a Sunday, I am slowly psyching myself for the transition.
6 comments:
wow! amazing!
"I am, among others, a storyteller, a magician, a pupil, a doctor, a playmate, a singer."
everyone loves weekend but it looks like you really are multi talented on a weekend. hehehe...
hi dong. on weekends, i am what my daughter wants me to be kaya kina-career ko ang kung ano ano, he he...
thanks for dropping by. you have great photos, by the way.
Shifting from one world to another. Playing multiple roles. That can strain us. But that can also prevent our life from being tawdry and humdrum.
Here's to multiple roles!
with a shifting schedule, my weekdays turn to weekends and vice versa. sometimes i dont even know when is Sunday anymore. hehe. But i use to have that same feeling about Sundays . Sinusulit ang mga natitirang oras kasi Monday na naman kinabukasan...
And that's why Superman is supposed to be a Mom :D
In contrast, my weekends turn out to be the most boring days of the week... or maybe I'm just getting old.
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