Weekends

 

When I was working, I used to look forward to the weekends, but ever since I retired (almost 10 years ago), the weekends just don't appear to be important to me anymore.

When I was married (first time) and living in North Carolina, most of our weekends were spent doing something around the house, either inside or out.

Oftentimes, my employment would have me working on the weekends which at first bothered me but later, I accepted it something that had to be done and rolled with the flow.

When I moved to Tennessee, my wife refused to join me, and we got divorced.  Five years later, I married again, and my second wife and I always went somewhere most every weekend.  Of course, there would be weekends where duties around the house and yard would prevail, but we traveled more than we stayed at home.

In 2015, we both retired, and we traveled every other month until COVID hit then we stayed at home.  Once we were free and clear of COVID, we had lost our desire and interest in traveling.

Now, we complain when we have to get cleaned up to go to the doctor as we simply prefer staying at home.  It not just being around people we don't want to be around, but the traffic bothers us as well.

Consequently, the days merge together, and I don't really know if it is a weekday or the weekend.