Keeping It Light

I try to keep it light.  No one wants to hear the rants of old, cranky, curmudgeon unless, like Andy Rooney, it is entertaining and a bit sly.  On Monday though it is very easy to sound very much like an old curmudgeon as another week begins and you reality seems to set in.

In assessing the weekend one ponders why every day cannot be a Saturday or Sunday.  Of course one must remind oneself that for some, Saturday and/or Sunday may be just another work day like ER doctors and nurses, ministers, firemen and police officers to name a few.  But even they have their days off and whether those are weekend days or weekdays, they are days when they seem to have opportunities to pursue hobbies and recreation that they enjoy.

So where am I going with this?  I don't know for sure.  It is Monday for heaven's sake.  Who thinks clearly on Monday morning?  I am fortunate to be able to spend Monday morning working in my garden and walking the dogs.  I do have meetings to prepare for and volunteer assignments I have, well, volunteered for.  And most are because I want to do them.  Most.

I guess I am thinking about how curmudgeonly I can get at times.  I do have my views on how things should be and, darn it, I can't understand why they are not that way.  Youth should be taught reverence why they are in church.  Politicians and Charlie Sheen to think before they speak.  Social discourse should be respectful and polite.  Sure, heated debate is healthy, but not when it devolves into venemous rhetoric and nasty mud slinging.  One should have a reverence for life and for whatever one percieves to be that which is behind it all....whatever one believes that to be.  And we should be reverent of other people's beliefs and desires to maintain a sense of decorum and respect in the schools, in churches, the public sector and in all the mass communications.

See, I told you it was Monday.  I warned you, but you kept on reading.  I am smiling to myself right now.  Sometimes it is fun to be curmudgeonly.  Not cranky, but a but constipated I suppose.  I guess that is why it feels good to let it all out now and then.  And what better day to do it than on Monday?