The Dreary Days of Our Lives




Folks, Saturday is, without a doubt, the best day of the week! Obviously far more popular than Tuesday will ever be.

Which may explain why there aren’t many songs about Tuesday (note: because I’m not a journalist, I checked to make sure this statement was accurate, so, I Googled songs with Tuesday in them, and was surprised to see how many there were. But, let the record show, there are far more songs about Saturday, so put down your quills!)

Ah, Saturday! The freedom! The possibilities! The chance to rest, read, play, go camping, party, clean out the shed, picnic, mow the lawn, fish, shop, get married, swim, surf or surf the net, run around after the kids sporting fixtures or plop in front of the tele for a movie marathon.

Small wonder that when I was a young apprentice I often expressed my frustration at how long it took for weekends to roll around. An old tradesman laughed and said, “You’re wishing your life away lad! You get seven days to enjoy each week, don’t waste five of them counting down to the weekend.”

Unfortunately, his wisdom was countered by another tradie, Mr. Moany, who could have complained for Australia at an Olympic level, “Yeah, besides,” he whined, “Friday’s two days closer to Monday.”

I quickly discovered that the only thing that made Mr. Moany happy, was making others miserable. So, thanks to his inspiring outlook, I soon started pining for Saturday nights… Gold Lotto draw.

With that cool million in my hip pocket, every day of the week would be a Saturday! Just like it is for the idle rich, trophy spouses, celebrities, mobsters, hipsters, stoners, professional students and other full-time moochers.

Whereas, for the long term unemployed, hospital patients, poor retirees and prisoners, every day must feel like one of the lesser fun days of the week, like Thursday (the one day of the week with less songs about it than Tuesday; trust me.)

Well, I still haven’t won Lotto, but I have learned to find something special to enjoy about each week day.

Yes, even Tuesdays!

About Greg Bray

Greg Bray didn't come from Gladstone, and moved away from the place forever in his twenties then came back and settled down. He is occasionally surprised to discover he's over 50, still enjoying riding his pushbike 'Pubtruck II' and getting a buzz from writing and publishing blog posts. He is a huge fan of Bill Bryson and one day hopes to travel and write for a living...
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