"Monday, Monday, So good to me.
Monday, Monday, It was all I hoped it would be..."
--Monday, Monday by The Mamas & The Papas
Monday, Monday, It was all I hoped it would be..."
--Monday, Monday by The Mamas & The Papas
Why yes, I did just quote a song from the 1960's, but like so many good things in life it is a reference to an episode of West Wing where two characters begin to see the song. I realized that I was going around the house singing it today completely unintentionally. Society as a whole seems to hate Mondays. The peak of my disdain for Monday's came during my high school years. That disdain inevitably ran over onto Sunday evening as I would begin to dread the coming day. Mondays just felt icky.
But now... I kind of like Mondays.
It's like Mondays came along and said, "Hey, I'm really not all that bad once you get to know me." In actuality what happened was that my class schedule allowed me to not have classes on Mondays. Oh yes, and I just so happen to not work on Mondays either. I don't mean to brag as I realize that not many others out there in the world have their Mondays free. I merely mean to say that Mondays are my quiet soul rejuvenating time and that sometimes that still strikes me as oxymoronic.
Today feels especially still. Maybe it is because of something as simple as the fact that the wind finally isn't blowing and the trees are at rest. Maybe it is the clouds blanketing the sky and wrapping my world in comfort. Maybe it is the freshly vacuumed carpet that seems to squish a little extra beneath my toes. Maybe it is the 80lb dog with her tongue hanging out of her mouth and perky ears who chases the squirrels up the trees. Maybe it is the last taste of warm weather coming through the windows bidding me a silent farewell until the spring.
Whatever it is. The world feels still today, and I'm starting to like Mondays.
But now... I kind of like Mondays.
It's like Mondays came along and said, "Hey, I'm really not all that bad once you get to know me." In actuality what happened was that my class schedule allowed me to not have classes on Mondays. Oh yes, and I just so happen to not work on Mondays either. I don't mean to brag as I realize that not many others out there in the world have their Mondays free. I merely mean to say that Mondays are my quiet soul rejuvenating time and that sometimes that still strikes me as oxymoronic.
Today feels especially still. Maybe it is because of something as simple as the fact that the wind finally isn't blowing and the trees are at rest. Maybe it is the clouds blanketing the sky and wrapping my world in comfort. Maybe it is the freshly vacuumed carpet that seems to squish a little extra beneath my toes. Maybe it is the 80lb dog with her tongue hanging out of her mouth and perky ears who chases the squirrels up the trees. Maybe it is the last taste of warm weather coming through the windows bidding me a silent farewell until the spring.
Whatever it is. The world feels still today, and I'm starting to like Mondays.
Posts
1 comments:
"that sometimes that still strikes me as oxymoronic.".....I'm sorry...I LOVE you but this is crying out for...."You're oxymoronic!" ROFLOL
Post a Comment