Well, I did try and sleep in today, but that not an activity exclusive to Saturdays. If were talking ideal activities, though, my favorite Saturday mornings are when I get up early and go somewhere. It does not matter where, but it is best to be going with someone. A few Saturdays ago, I went to Bentonville with my girlfriend and we spent the day driving around Northwest Arkansas and taking in the sights. She met me at my house at 7, I made breakfast, and she prepared mix CDs for the trip. The sun was out, the clouds were gone, and the I couldn’t have asked for better company. That’s my ideal Saturday morning.
There have been times when I have indulged in some extra sleep on Saturdays. I imagine many of you reading this would probably scoff at the idea of me going anywhere before noon, let alone getting dressed. But the older I get, the more I want to make memories on my free days. (Side note, a great way to sound old is to use the phrase “the older I get”.)
Another activity I very much enjoy on a Saturday morning is gathering with a group to do work. I have always enjoyed the feeling of camaraderie that I experience with friends to perform a task. One Saturday I ran around a small town in Arkansas with some friends from work and dodged zombies. Once I gathered with my fraternity brothers to dig some holes in a lady’s back yard. When I was section leader in band in college, my section and I would have tuba breakfast early on game day and then meet up for a sectional before dress rehearsal. There was a fair amount of goofing off during those sectionals, and sometimes we would get around to actual work. The point of it all was to make us closer as a group. As a result, we were the best section in the entire band every year, and anyone that tells you differently is lying and jealous.
Not every Saturday morning will be filled with memorable activities, though. Sometimes you have a massive sleep debt from the previous week, and you have a little catching up to do. Sometimes, if you’re like me, you chose to stay in because it’s cold and you went all over the state the weekend before. I need a good balance of activity and non activity in my life or I will start to go crazy. Too little and I get depressed. Too much and I will be overwhelmed. My plan for the future is to take a Saturday trip soon and see some of the folks I have been wanting to see for a long time. I’ll get up, make a good breakfast, program a playlist, and hopefully drive my car. Fingers crossed that the weather doesn’t hinder me.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Me Time.”
There are places I remember. They are all significant in different ways. Out of all of them, my favorite is Hawaii. Actually, Hawaii falls into both the category of places I have been that I love AND places I want to go. I have only been to one island, so there is still much to see there in the Aloha State. Maui is the one I hear people talking about the most. I imagine those black sand beaches are an amazing sight. As far as what speaks to me about that place, I’m not sure if I can put it into words. That’s the thing with language, sometimes an event will happen to us that transcends our primitive methods of description. Saying that Hawaii is pretty and that the beaches are beautiful does not do the experience justice. I mean how do you describe the feeling of being on an island to someone? Would they understand that etherial feeling without experiencing it for themselves? The best way for me to make someone understand what is so special about that place is just to say that it makes me happy. I have not been to many places that make me feel that way. It might be because I have romanticized it in my head, and it’s not really as great as I remember. That’s probably not true, though. The only thing that will have changed when I return to Hawaii will have been me, and maybe by then there will be another place I have fallen in love with.
The place I would like to go next is Scotland. That place speaks to me because I watch too many movies where they make it look beautiful. Plus, my family have history from there. Or maybe Ireland. I heard my great-great grandmother married an Irishman, but also McGregor is a family name. According to Wikipedia, that is a Scottish surname. Plus, the average temperatures in Edinburgh are the temperatures I always say are ideal for me, so I’d fit right in. Really the island of Britain would be the first place I would want to go if I had a choice. Just hanging out where all the white people come from. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?
I’m glad that I grew up with the family I did, because I inherited from them a love for traveling. The list of places I could go is pretty long. It’s a big world and I’m only just getting started. With me, though, I have never been picky about where I am going, because I love the journey just as much as the destination. Some of my favorite memories come from the bus on the way to Disney World or on the plane on the way to California. As long as I have adequate snacks for the journey, I am all set. Of course, good company, that goes without saying.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tourist Trap.”