They may write songs about the end of a perfect day, but the end of an imperfect week is a much more joyous occasion. I am beginning to realize that I miss my evenings spent in front of the TV with only occasional interruptions from the grandkids. I miss wrapping up in my blankie and having a short nap between programs. I miss the quiet and the peace of relaxing with a good book if there are no programs that interest me. Such have been my evenings for several years now. Lately my evenings have been filled with training for this new job. Not so restful nor relaxing. If the grandkids interrupt they must be hushed and shooed back up the stairs so as not to interfere with my learning. So today I am grateful for days off, for weekends when I don’t have to sign on and listen to the latest lecture about how to assist customers at DirecTV.
Don’t get me wrong - I am grateful to have employment. And I think I will enjoy my job. Just for right now I miss the way things used to be. 
November 21st, 2009 at 8:16 pm
I agree whole heartedly! The end of an imperfect week is definitely a joyous occasion!
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