As a kid, I remember Saturday afternoons as the time when we, as a family, were often scrambling to get ready. Our errands included the grocery store, the drug store, the liquor store, the butcher shop, and the bakery. And sometimes it was a flurry to get it all done.
And this flurry was all because, at 5:00 Saturday afternoon, everything came to a halt. And everything came to a halt in honour of our day of rest.
I used to love Sundays. If we were not up north skiing, we went to church at 10:30 and then the afternoon was spent relaxing as a family. No errands, no running around, no shopping at the mall. We had a day of rest together.
Today is Saturday and I have spent the better part of my day grocery shopping, cleaning, doing laundry, and meal planning. And I have done it so that tomorrow can be a good old fashioned Sunday. I will not be going to church. I will, however, be worshipping at the alter of house league hockey at our local arena. And after that, we will be off for the afternoon.
There will be absolutely no running around.
I would love to go back to Sundays as they were when I was a kid. I would love to know that, even if I wanted to, I could not buy a bottle of wine, a pair of jeans or the fixings for a roast beef dinner on Sunday.
It would just have to wait for Monday.
As I climb into my comfy bed tonight, I will hug to myself the knowledge that, while the rest of the city rushes from place to place tomorrow, I will be thoroughly enjoying a well-deserved day of rest.