Saturday. Most people see it as that day of the week for kicking up their heels and having fun. I can "see" it like that, it just doesn't usually work out that way.
When I was a kid Saturday mornings were filled with those mundane household chores which made us grow up to be socially responsible adults. Well, that sounds better than I can't have any fun on Saturday until the laundry is done because the little voice from childhood yells, "Chores first!" I even remember as a child telling my Mom, "When I grow up, I'm NOT having Saturdays!" This meant, to me, I would not do laundry.
It's Saturday. I just finished the 3rd load... with one to go.
Titus has written a fun poem about this chore. And I thought of her the other day when I grabbed up the latest load of pillows made by my senior citizens destined for hospice patients. It's one of their many projects to help the community. This one just sort of stood out.
So I'll try to remember that notion on laundry day.
In honor of Ponita's birthday (yesterday but why not stretch it out for the whole weekend?) I offer up a selection by my favorite Canadian singer, Michael Buble. (Map, kindly note that I said favorite "Canadian" singer...you're still my favorite Irish one).
Because Charlie has recently discovered Mr. Buble as well, I thought he'd enjoy Michael's take on Hollywood, which he co-wrote. You know someone's a good guy when he uses his actual buddies to pick him up at the end of the video.
And yes, I will always have a soft spot for Cowboys...even Canadian ones. Enjoy!