Saturday, May 9, 2009

The Weekend

As I sit here typing away on Friday evening, the window is open and a refreshing spring breeze sends relief from the previous couple of stifling nights. I feel like sticking my head out of the window like a dog sticks its head out of the car when going for a ride.

It's the weekend and I am so glad it is here.

It's no different from the way I felt in high school - always impatient for Friday and then feeling anxious on Sunday because the next day was back to school. I always felt like I had to get out of the house - if I had to stay home on Friday and/or Saturday night then the weekend was a total failure. Nothing was better than getting out into the night.

Now that I'm older (so much older, sigh..), when the weekend rolls around and you ask me what I feel like doing, my answer is usually one word: Relax.

I just want a clean slate, nothing on the agenda, nothing on the calendar. Everything is an option.

Of course, getting out and about is still nice but I don't go nuts if I am confined in the house. I sure don't mind just spending a nice quiet evening at home. Maybe the difference is having a choice in the matter, unlike the way it was in high school.

Then:




By the way, why do men sing in falsetto? How did that come about? I mean, I don't hear women singing in deep bass (at least not intentionally).

Now:





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