When I was working as a parish minister Monday was my Day Off – barring emergencies of course. So Sunday evening was a general collapse and Monday could be used for whatever I felt like doing. Sadly, it was often housework or gardening or both. Now that I am retired, 8 years on 1 April……… I realised that I missed having time off. Thus, a Monday has been redesignated as A Day Off.
It’s amazing that such a concept should give such joy. After all, it could be argued that every day is a day off. But no, choosing a particular day brings a breath of fresh air. The trouble is that it goes past so quickly. I suppose the answer could be to designate other days off, though that wouldn’t be the same.
I’ve noticed that some bloggers have vacation days or away days………. these are good too and should be incorporated into the schedule. The ideal is to take advantage of any good weather and devise an outing.
It reminds me of how Mondays came to be wash days. My Scots Granny used to have her turn of the boiler house on a Monday. No matter the weather the sheets and towels had to be boiled and the other coloured items were bashed about on a scrubbing board. It all seemed very exciting to a small child staying with Gran on holidays. My job was to turn the handle of the mangle, and keep small fingers well out of the way. I seem to remember endless sunny days and smiling faces and tuneful songs. So when I was a young mum at home with children – you’ve guessed it – Monday became wash days. Over time modern technology has sanitised such chores, and I suppose I am in favour of automatic washing machines. Wash Days can be any day now, and that brings me back to my assigned Day Off. I had a good one. What about you?