When every day is Christmas


It’s Friday morning of a long weekend.  I imagine everyone is in count down mode.  Just putting in the time until 4, or 4:30, or what ever your magic hour is when work is done for the week.  Today your mind will be regularly slipping elsewhere.  Perhaps you are day dreaming and finalizing your shopping list.  Are you the one who is responsible for  planning the weekend meals?  What food stuff do you still need to still buy? Are you going away for the long weekend?  Escaping the city?    In my imagination you are also planning what you are going to be drinking this weekend and scheduling in a trip to the liquor store.    Huummm it would be Smirnoff Ice, cold and refreshing in my special frozen sippy cup…… 

My point is that you are excited because the last long weekend of summer is upon us.  Three days of treasured time off work.  An opportunity to break out of your restrictive life and sleep in, stay up late or what every you need to feel free.   (At this point, imagine an Alice Cooper anthem playing in the background). 

I’m newly retired.  I don’t feel the adrenaline anymore that long weekends push through your veins.  I feel kind of sorry for myself today.  When every day is Christmas you don’t get the rush.

To everyone out there who is waiting in anticipation for this long final weekend of summer to get underway…. I wish you a terrific and wonderful three days off work.   I wish for you crazy laughter and fun.   Perhaps it will involve a final swim at a cottage,  a bonfire … whatever your “thing” is.  Enjoy!

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About westlakemusings

In 2013 my husband and I retired. We bought an old pre-confederation house out in the country. This blog is about our new world in the country as we explore all of life's possibilities.
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4 Responses to When every day is Christmas

  1. I did make a trip to the liquor store — and so should you – celebrate anyway

  2. Donna says:

    Yes, I do miss that anticipation feeling of a long weekend (any weekend was good). But here’s “Cheers” to retirement (I am raising a glass of red wine) and CHEERS to you, Diane, and to Warren. Take your Smirnoff Ice out onto your front porch and watch the cars/world go by. ENJOY!!!!!!

  3. Rev. Marilyn says:

    I don’t get long weekends when I work every Sunday. But I’m happy for those who do.

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