This will be brief. A quick return to writing and editing awaits me.
Deadlines know no difference between weekends and weekdays. But I am not complaining.
I like the flexibility and challenges of demand-based work over punching a time clock.
Yet such a way of living and working is very different from my upbringing.
Everything seemed to have its routine.
Saturdays meant cartoons followed by Western-themed shows like “My Friend Flicka,” “Fury,” and “Sky King.” During baseball season (the best time of the year), Curt Gowdy and Pee Wee Reese brought us the “NBC Game of the Week” (the ONLY baseball game on TV for a whole week).
Sundays were for church and more church. Don’t think of mowing the grass.
Weekdays were for work with various and rarely conflicting activities (Boy Scouts, Little League, LIONS Club, etc.) scheduled in the evenings. And no one dared schedule a sporting or civic evening on Wednesday night.
Many of my relatives worked in mills or factories that closed the weeks of July 4 and Christmas. Those were the only times for vacation.
The summer break usually called for a visit to the Smokies where photos could be taken of black bears and Indian chiefs — each one year older than the previous year’s shots.
Earlier today I heard Dolly Parton singing “9 to 5”. For many of us, work and play are less defined.
It can be a more adventurous way to live — if we are self-starters and good stewards of the gift of time.