It’s interesting to realize that even for two people who are without adult supervision and making it up every day as they go, the weekends still have their own special rhythm. Saturday mornings continue to hold the extra buzz of knowing the day is fully ours even before we open our eyes. The other days too, but the unique freedom of the weekend is imprinted on our psyches after all our years in the work force.
Saturday in good weather is a day for taking the recycle bins to the drop-off station … working in the yard … watching televised sports. But first comes The Breakfast – Kim’s unmatched rendition of eggs and hash browns, followed by a long soak in the hot-tub and nonstop free-wheeling conversation.
And then Sunday morning dawns. Sundays are full of music and books and walks, and all the conversation and laughter two people can share. Sundays are about feeling safe and quiet and loved. Sundays are so sweet that we find ourselves wanting to postpone Monday mornings! Silly us …





















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