Saturday, Saturday!

For many of us, Saturday is a hooray day. A sleep-in day. A day to shop and/or seek entertainment. A day of avoiding chores. A day of support walks and marathons. A day of fun, if there are no blizzards, floods, power outages, or attempts at staying warm. Today, for me, the sun is shining brightly, the air is crisp, and the possibilities are endless.


For us, once Danny finishes his self-employment obligations, a good Saturday is seeking out art and antiques, eating out, and/or going to a movie. For many others, this is just another work day. They have to wait for their Saturday, until Monday or Tuesday or Wednesday. While you’re lolling in bed or having a leisurely breakfast, think about all the people who are working: sales persons, wait staff, cooks, nurses, ER doctors, firemen, EMS, police, cashiers, docents, bartenders, entertainers, emergency plumbers and electricians, etc. Let’s give a Shout Out to all those who help to make our Saturdays enjoyable!!

thank you

There used to be a time, long ago, when Saturday was the last day of the working week and on Sunday no one worked but priests and preachers. Here in Texas, blue laws prohibited selling house wares such as pots, pans, and washing machines on Sundays until 1985 in order to protect Christian business owners from competition on their sabbath, and still in effect is the restriction that no one can buy alcoholic beverages before noon on Sundays.

blue law

But let’s get back to Saturdays…While I’m waiting for Danny, I catch up on the doings of the kids and grandkids, check on Mom’s/Dad’s health, clean house, and watch the clock. The day is ticking by, but my mind has lots to ponder: the perfect weather, not-so-dire paperwork, and the world in general. Then along come some phrases that turn into…


What you cannot see
when you are blind:
freckles, acne, and bruises.

What you cannot hear
when you are deaf:
laughter, bird song, and prejudice.

What you cannot feel
when you are paralyzed:
sand, grass, and pain.

What you cannot __________

How would you finish this poem? What other sense would you add?…


Next Saturday, we’ll be driving to Austin to march on the Capitol for saving Texas schools (rally-to-save-texas-schools). Lawmakers can’t seem to get it through their thick skulls and hard hearts that properly funding education to fully educate all children is the only way to ensure productive and responsible citizens, a healthy financial economy, and a diminished crime rate.


About Cyranette

I have been writing since I was 11 and am now a grandmother of 9. Aside from my family, I love writing, reading, movies, gardening, genealogy, and travel. I met my soulmate online and we've been married 19 years. I am a survivor of rape, abuse, and cancer. I believe in love, kindness, and common sense. I was born/raised in Indiana and have lived in Massachusetts, Texas, and California. I have visited: most of the United States, British Columbia, Germany, Austria, and Costa Rica. My husband and I would like to visit England, Europe, and New Zealand and to take a train ride along the Canadian/American border. I have written essays, articles, short stories, a romance novel, a self-help book, and several children's books.
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2 Responses to Saturday, Saturday!

  1. what you cannot sing
    when you are mute
    lullabys, happy birthday, and dirges


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