DO YOUR DAYS HAVE NAMES?

Not the names on the calendar . . . Monday, Wednesday, Saturday. I mean, do your days have names that reflect their purpose? You may remember this little song from childhood:

     Wash on Monday, iron on Tuesday, mend on Wednesday, churn on Thursday, clean on Friday . . . bake on Saturday!

Since we're not all farm kids, we might not have heard "churn on Thursday"--not sure what was recited in our family, but I'm 98.6% sure it wasn't something fun!

I bring this up because I've recently noticed that some of my days have not only changed their activities, they've gotten lost in the shuffle. Here's what happened (I think):

• When I started this blog back in 2013, I named it Thursday's Child because I was born on Thursday. So Thursday became "Blog Day."
• The day before Blog Day was the day I finally settled on for drafting the essay--including some research, looking for clip art or photos to include, and maybe even re-writing it completely when the ideas didn't jell. So Wednesday became Blog Drafting Day.
• With those two days in place, I could fill in the rest: Friday was resting day--the blog had been drafted, revised, and finally published. Friday was almost a day for fun--or at least, not for anything serious.
• Saturday has long been a special day. When I worked a 40-hour-a-week job, Saturday was designated for two things: shopping in Fort Wayne in the morning, then writing in the afternoon. (Not blog writing; these were times for my short stories and novels to take their turn in the computer.) A third activity was practicing the organ music I'd play Sunday.
• Sunday was set aside for church. Until COVID shut down our lives in 2020, I was part-time church organist in Fort Wayne. After the shut-down, I looked for services online for worship. Eventually these morphed into daily Morning Prayer services online, some from local/US churches, some from Canterbury Cathedral in the UK.
• Monday--before I retired in 2007, Monday was the beginning of the work week. After retirement, Monday had to find a new identity.
• Tuesday--same problem as Monday. So I gave them the dubious honors of being laundry and cleaning days. 

The thing about designated activities for each day is that--like so many things in this life--nothing is set in stone. Retirement changed things. COVID changed things. My recent surgery and its attendant recovery and cardiac rehab changed those days even more. 

I've just about given up the idea of each day having a personality. Does it matter? I mean, when you get right down to it, does it matter if I do laundry on Sunday afternoon? Or go to the grocery store on Monday when the shelves are in the process of being restocked? 

In fact, the whole thing about giving each day a personality and sticking to that is just another way I try to control my surroundings. 

So here's what I'm doing--at present--I'm going to cardiac rehab on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. After that workout, I'm not fit for much, so I take the balance of those days off, rest or nap, maybe read (or maybe not). Basically I let my body have some down time. (The mind usually follows along.) Tuesday and Thursday should be days I can catch up on things I don't get done on rehab days. That is yet to come to fruition.

Who knows? I may once again settle into my little activity-per-day niche. Or, maybe not!

Blessings,

Thursday's Child