Saturday Mornings

Before moving to Missoula Saturdays were Krista's Fridays and neither one of us enjoyed Saturday mornings. She usually started work around 9 a.m. and couldn't sleep in. I would wake up, make a pot of coffee like I do every morning, read the paper while she was getting ready for work and then take her to the salon. Not anymore. Saturday mornings now have an all new meaning. She sleeps in. I still get up earlier than her, make a pot of coffee, and read the paper but instead of feeling a slight twinge of disappointment because I know in a few hours I will be alone for the day I feel a sense of excitement, adventure. Saturday mornings, Saturdays as a whole, have a new meaning. Last week we went out for breakfast. Same with the week before. Today, we're heading to the mountains for a day of snowshoeing and exploration and a night in an old forest service cabin. As nice as Saturday mornings have been lately, at first we didn't know what to do. I find it interested how after almost four years of not having Saturdays together we were uncomfortable with our new found freedom and didn't know how to have a "regular" weekend. The first few months we spent many Saturdays watching TV because we didn't know how to be together so much. I was acustom to spending the day alone. She was used to working. And when we did have a Saturday together it was usually a vacation or something important. We never had the chance to just hang out and do nothing. We do now only we've made a point to not just do nothing. Amazing how the mind conditions itself to habits and how difficult breaking some habits can be. Speaking of habits, I need some coffee...