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TWO BUCKS STOPPED HERE

Sunday, October 4, 2020      

 
Day of the week before Monday, and following Saturday, observed by many as a day of rest or worship – one day, ½ of a weekend, 1/7th of a week, 1/365th of a year. It seems we’ve been naming days of the week for over 2000 years, but before that, we didn’t. That nearly 200,000 years of no day names and no separation of weeks of months either, but seasons still changed, and day always turned into night. It seems the concept of weekends, resting – Sundays are relatively new. It might catch on.
 
Seriously though, it’s just another day, another sunrise and another sunset – unless it is unusual or exceptional to you. It might be a birthday, anniversary, day of significance in someone’s calendar, religious or otherwise, or maybe it’s just 24 hours between Saturday and Monday.
 
Before humans had calendars, each day was pretty much the same as any other – for fetching food, running from predators, sleeping, and getting up early to do it all over again.
 
Resting, on the other hand, is a relatively new concept.
 
I think I’m getting the hang of it, but the brain doesn’t rest, and that’s a problem for writers – because we may sleep, but I don’t think we rest very much, very well, or very long.
 
Recent sightings outside my window – large male deer in the middle of the afternoon Friday, and another nearly as large early yesterday morning, have proved that sometimes the bucks stop here.
 
Oblivious to time of day, or day of the week, feeding on tasty flowers next door, or just resting on our grassy hill in the dark, quiet hours – I don’t suspect those deer have ‘days of the week.’ Sometimes I wonder why we still have days of the week? In the information and gig economy, everything is reachable, searchable, and do-able 24/7.
 

 
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THIRD AND LONG; THRIVING IS NO SPECTATOR SPORT
Interesting - Life as well.  When we got engaged at the Western Conference Final in 1980, the Headline in the Sun Article a couple days later was "Third Down and Life! ", Best Regards, SC, Chestermere, AB


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