What if every day were like a Saturday? I don’t mean a day where you slept in and did nothing. Though it could be that. I got this idea from a magazine article in The Magnolia by Chip Gaines. He talks about this beautiful world where there is so much to explore and discover and learn. Saturday when you have time to do different things. Exciting things.
I remember my most exciting mornings - ever. The fishing days with my dad. When I knew we were going fishing in the morning I could hardly sleep. I wanted for dad to wake up. And it was early. Soon as I heard him making coffee I was dressed and ready. We bumped along in the old truck with the boat either on top or behind on the trailer. We arrived at a lake and put putted all day close to the shore, my dad’s fishing rod out the back and mine on the side. When I was much smaller I played with my dolls at the front of the boat.
My dad taught me where to look for animals and birds, under bushes, near reeds. We didn’t talk much. Sometimes he did. Talked about the war. His old stories. I don’t think he meant for me to understand. He just needed to do the talking.
We sometimes even caught fish. Whap on the head. Slithering in the bottom of th boat. Gills flapping.
We had lunch on shore. Rye bread and ham and cheese.
He taught me to walk quietly so animals wouldn’t run away. So we could sneak up and see some. How do you not make noise dad? Walk without putting your weight onto the earth.
Slowly. Gently. Heel. Toe. It works. I’m good at it now too. I remember thinking that he must have learned that in the war. Sneaking up on the enemy.
On the way home we stopped at a store in a place called Sunshine and he bought me a big bag of caramels. Dad showed me how to use the brake and clutch and press the gas and how to put a pillow behind me on the seat in the truck. In case something happened to him and I had to drive us home from the bush. I was really little.
Saturdays. The exploration day. What if you woke up with the same expectations of fun or exploration every day? On Mondays? On Thursdays? Summer is a good time to practice. We think we know what’s going to happen. Same old work day. Really? I don’t even know what will happen in the next five minutes. What was your most magical moment today?
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