Calendars always make Sunday the first day of the week, but they are wrong. First of all, everybody knows that Sunday is the second day of the weekEND. End. E-N-D. Everybody knows except the calendar people. They just don't get it.
Why would the school week and the work week start on Monday if it weren't the first day of the week? Where are the people in the billing office when you need to dispute an invoice? Or the doctor's office when you are sick? OUT. The message says "please call back during business hours; Monday-Friday, 9:am to 4:pm or some such. MONDAY is the beginning of the week the way September is the beginning of the year. Back to school. Back to work. A new season, despite what the calendar claims.
My new week and new season began today (Monday). I got two of my mother's bills paid and then the phone rang - a friend with a crisis. Two more friends called and then Jennifer and her son arrived so we could go shopping for a pair of black pants and a white shirt he needs for his middle school graduation.
Jennifer was Marty's beloved caregiver and has become my friend. We did our shopping at one mall and then drove to the Short Hills Mall for lunch and to walk around and ogle the luxury goods that we neither want nor can afford. When we got to Crate and Barrel, I had to treat myself to a Cuisinart ice cream machine.
Every summer I decide I need one and then I buy Haagen Dazs instead and never get to it. This time, it was sitting there and waving at me - so it came home with me. Now I have to look on the Internet to find recipes I want to make. But that can wait till tomorrow. I have been sleeping pretty well but waking up at the crack of dawn each morning. Maybe tomorrow I will sleep till 7:00.