Saturdays, Now And Then

It's Saturday night and here I am at home, doing pretty much nothing. I did go out for about forty-five minutes this afternoon. That was to have dinner at the Salvation Army and to get a few things from the convenience store up the street. They sell what was my dad's favorite pizza and whenever I can, I pick up a slice or two. It's not the best pizza I've ever had, it's not even the best in this area. But it's what we ate when I was growing up so it's nice to still be able to get it now and then.

Weekends have meant different things to me at different times in my life, as you might expect. As a child, Saturday was the one night I was allowed to stay up late and I appreciate that, all these years later. As a teenager, some weekends I made good money by babysitting. Or I might sit in on a game of poker with my brother and his friends. We never played for money, just for fun. Or I might find something good to watch on television and if lucky, have something to snack on while doing so.

When my wife was alive, we often went out on Saturday nights, usually to see a movie. My brother did a nice thing by letting us use his car, as he could get a ride to work and back with someone else.

When Michelle's health really started to worsen, that ended for the most part. But we'd still watch a movie, just at home instead of in a theater. We had a forty inch flat screen television paired up with a really good and quite expensive sound system designed for watching films. That thing was a real pain to set up but once I found the sweet spot for its settings, it was well worth the expense and the effort.

When I lived in San Francisco, I never had very much money to spend after paying the bills but I was able to afford a Netflix subscription so again, Saturday was movie night. And now that I'm in Binghamton once again, I've gotten back to that. I do have the money to go out but most of what there is to do downtown revolves around nightclubs and bars, and I was never much into that to begin with and certainly am not now.

This was nice, to just reflect a little on the past.

Again, as always, I thank you for reading what I've written, and I wish you the best.