weekend

The word weekend, in itself, means rest. An exhalation of breath at the prospect of being lazy...hopefully. 
A time where friends and family are to be shared without a time line and work and worries should be put on the back burner.

The Friday, like a trumpet ...heralding ...the Saturday...the Sunday. 

Heralding thoughts of washing ones car, sharing chores at home, giving of ones time to ones children without being distracted by the call of the office, partners rekindling lovers thoughts....simply by holding hands or simply looking in each others eyes and reconnecting on a level lost during a hard week of work.

The weekend would be a social event....unique for every home. 

Some homes would barbecue, others would laze in front of the TV, food would be cooked prolifically, noise would be merry and evidence of a home happy, a home busy.
Gardens would be attended to...the smell of freshly mowed lawn....pools cleaned...even swam in should the weather permit.
Pets....pets would have the pleasure of owners relaxed, attentive, playful....

Weekend....what a special time and no excuses needed to enjoy and revel selfishly in so much that rests ones mind, body and soul.

RB.