Sunday, February 11, 2007

Sing A Song Of Saturday

A little late again getting this written and posted. So let’s say it’s still Saturday on “Things at King’s,” even though the clock and calendar both inform us that it’s really Sunday in the real world.

Curse ye, Real World! Ye clocks and watches, calendars and phases of the moon!

Let us sing a song of Saturday.

This is the day the Lord hath made, let us be glad and rejoice in it. Let us put off our wristwatches, let us turn our timepieces to the wall. Let us not look at television schedules, nor gaze upon the hours of meal times.

Let us be free of time constraints, eat when we are hungry, play when we wish, nap at moments when our brains tell us they would like a few minutes off. Let us worry not about the passage of the sun ‘cross the sky, the immediacy of whatever we are told we can do now.

Let us sing a song of Saturday.

Before we enter into the eternity of happiness, where neither calendar nor clock abides, let us prepare ourselves by occasionally wiping our slate clean on this seventh day of the week. With no place to go and nothing pressing to do, we can see what lies in store for us and, perhaps, moderate our hurried pace here below.


Blogger Cold Josh Vail said...

Funny that you used this subject for your blog. I have been using this *system* since 8:35 AM, May 5, 1995, that exact minute that I retired.

February 11, 2007 6:03 PM  

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