axiomatic

Saturdays are 2 pots of coffee, baking bacon, laundry, putting the phone book on the shelf, returning books to the case, time spent hiking at the Teepee grounds, random phone conversations, contemplative moods, uncritical reading, dishes, acknowledgment of blue skies, attraction to the present here and now, stomach rumblings, late showers, wrong number callers, early trips to the post office, devotional hours to music, driving w/o a seatbelt, trips to the Amish store to stock up on Gatorade and red beans and rice, polite exchanges with the bonneted Amish girls or the owner who has an aircast on his leg and strident Civil War facial hair, eruptive bird songs, certain hours of complacency, and a general air of solitude and above-the-fray immediacy before the week begins anew.