Kiwi On The Loose

It’s Saturday morning and here I sit.
No matter where you live on the planet, and perhaps its an urban planet dwellers trait, Saturdays are just so wonderful.
We got thru the week. Survived another 5 days of work. Maybe had another WHEW! payday experience with your bank acc. I sure am glad to have a job.

While I was in America I realised that Friday nights and Saturdays and Sunday afternoons all felt the same as here in NZ. I had always wondered if they would. Such are the things I wonder about.

Friday nights in Denver just felt like Friday nights in Whangarei, on the other side of the world. In the air you could feel the relief of the weeks passing and time for yourself without having to worry about work in the morning. It was party time.
There is a sense of WHEW! in the air.
Freedom.

Saturday mornings were similar in Denver but not as marked, possibly because any day or night of the week there are just so many people out and about. Denver is a seething mass of humanity most anytime. And it’s not even the largest of American cities!

Sunday afternoons in Denver however were so like in New Zealand. I don’t think it was just me. I can remember heading back down into Denver with Susan from playing in the mountains. In the late afternoon sun even the freeway was permeated by happiness and a kind of slow motion vibe. You could so feel it. It was like the same song was playing in travellers internal radio stations.

It was the same kind of happiness that I remember feeling sitting in the backseat of the car as a kid coming back from the beach after a Sunday afternoon with Mum and Dad. I had been in the sun, and dreaming about girls while lying on my beach towel, and looking out past Rangitoto towards the open sea of the Hauraki Gulf, watching the yachts in the sea haze and warm wind. Dreaming and happy. Life was a breeze then when you think about it.

Magic I guess describes that feeling. School was still fun, there were girls and games at school, so the last few hours of freedom were great and more linked to a favourite Sunday evening TV show. Slowing down the inevitable slide into another Monday wasn’t a huge worry.

Wow what a blessed childhood when I think about it!

And as I grew up and even as life got more complicated as it does, Sunday afternoons still felt the same. (but with the additional dream of afternoon delight or skyrockets in the night)

The Sunday afternoon feeling or vibe does seem to slow time down and radiate all of our dreams for a life of weekends and three day work weeks or no work at all. It’s like the Tantric Yogi slowing down the heart rate.
You could see it on the freeway. Cars with bikes, boats, full of happy people just slowing down the inevitable arrival of Monday by not thinking about it to hasten its arrival. Its like there is a collective consciousness of everyone to milk the last hours of freedom on the weekend and keep the contentment of what they had just done to revel in their freedom.

And so we are happy.
In the setting sun behind us in the west. Or where ever we are heading or where ever we are facing.

Can anyone relate to this?

I am grappling at words to describe it.
As I write my flat-mate Paul is mowing the lawns and the smell of fresh cut lawn makes this all the more real. It’s a weekend smell. It’s almost primal.

In some ways I see life in freeze frame moments.
It’s like you are heading down the freeway (motorway in NZ speak) and you see a face in a passing car, faces, families, lovers or mates. The guys all coming back from a bonding trip. The camera shutter clicks and you study those faces, or scenes. The head sleeping against the passenger window. The glow of time out side and together, or against the elements, time on the earth.

You know part of what they are feeling. It’s so real.

And so the camera in your head captures, or observes many things everyday.
SOMEHOW you know a slice of what that person, people, or situation might be feeling because you have had freeze frame moments with yourself.

There is a collective consciousness that really if we tapped into it, it would unite us as humans.

Perhaps a campaign on the Sunday afternoon bliss could unite us.

Or building up a collective bank.

So we understand each other and identify with our like experiences as humans.

But hey, and I regret to be negative, it’s just like the trench wars of world war one.
They sang carols at Christmas, played soccer in no mans land..then went back to killing each other.
Fellow brothers, fathers, husbands, uncles, lovers of someone.

Why is that?

You would think that in all our technological nirvana we would understand and empathise more with others.

BUT………………..

I wish the world could live in the ‘weekend bliss’ state more.

And I know full well, having a weekend and being able to have that ‘luxury’ is a blessing that I have done absolutely nothing to deserve.

None of us deserves anything…hey if evolution is how we got here, why do we have any concept we deserve anything. Where do rights come from? We are accidents and the fusion of time & chance.

Why else do we kill the unborn and each other. We don’t really matter

Better go do some housework.
Pauls finished the lawns.

And I am in too deep.

It’s Saturday morning.