Last evening this message from my daughter Caroline came up on my FB site:
“Work for the day and the week done. Social media for the day done. Time for some dinner and a glass of red to start a rejuvenating weekend. Have a good one everyone”
What did the message say? That she was happy with her achievements of the week? It almost sounded like the Bible and that the Lord was happy when he “saw it was good” and now it was time for the Sabbath. She hoped to rejuvenate when she would face the tasks in the next week.
That is how it should be; work and rest in the right proportions.
As an aged pensioner, I do a lot of rejuvenating already and I can tell you, it is not easy. I’m using a lot of energy just doing the rejuvenating. But actually, I’m not rejuvenating att all. I’m aging whatever I do.
When I was a youngster and just starting out with my working life I too looked forward to the weekends. It was time to meet up with friends and chasing girls. On Sundays, we dressed up in our finest.
Cinema was the big thing and they just invented CinemaScope. The big picture really hit us when the curtain opened. The first film of this type I saw was “The Robe” with Victor Mature. In those days, I loved historical films. Even if they were not entirely true depictions of the events, they nevertheless fired our imagination.
Now, Sundays are like any other day we try to rejuvenate. There is one exception, I refuse to go shopping on a Sunday! Still, we have to adjust some of our activities to the work life of others.
In two weeks time, we will take the (slow) train to Melbourne. There is no fast train as our governments don’t like working for the future and the joke is, that they call the train, “Interstate Express”.
Next Saturday we will go to the theatre in Sydney. We will see “The Bleeding Tree” by Angus Cirini. I will write a blog about it, but here is one sentence Angus Cirini says, “The primary role of government is not to manage the economy it is to allow for a healthy society to flourish.” Well, I think governments have forgotten this lesson or they just ignore it.
Here is what the Griffin Theatre writes about the play:
“In a dirt-dry town in rural Australia, a shot shatters the still night. A mother and her daughters have just welcomed home the man of the house – with a crack in the shins and a bullet in the neck. The only issue now is disposing of the body.
Triggered into thrilling motion by an act of revenge, The Bleeding Tree is rude, rhythmical and irreverently funny. Imagine a murder ballad blown up for the stage, set against a deceptively deadly Aussie backdrop, with three fierce females fighting back.”
We have our next two weekends covered and they are “footy-free”.