Lost weekend

Nah, not that kind of lost weekend. Rather, the weekend’s almost over and I don’t know where the time went. Haven’t stopped since school started on Friday morning. I mean, if I miss an RtB post, you know I’ve been out of it.

And this weekend once again drove home the undeniable truth that we have toddlers in our twenties for a reason.

Still, the time with Jake was spectaculous; fabular. He was a delight, and so was Justin. The wedding was beautiful, and the reception wore out Super J sooner than we would have liked. Grandma Jane took him home last night to her house. Although hooking him into his car seat caused quite the dramatic protest, I’ll bet he was asleep before she drove two miles.

All this got me thinking about time this morning. You know what I’m going to say next. Time positively rules our lives (most, anyway), and the US seems to be the leader of the pack, in that we’re a nation of overstressed, overhurried, overworried, overworked (and in many cases, underpaid) crazies. And we seemingly like it that way. Either that, or it’s become such a ubiquitous element of our cultural wiring, it’s all we know.

Years ago, a friend from Iran observed, “Americans are always in a hurry. In a hurry to do what? Die?” We laughed about it at the time, but he really had a point. Although there are exceptions (and maybe you are one of those), we just go 90 to nothin to get one task done and go on to the next — even though many of the tasks will be repeated tomorrow and tomorrow. Not that there’s anything wrong with repeated tasks; I mean, work has to be done. But the elevated stress about it, the frenzied, anxious attitudes with which we attack our work…it all suggests living too hard and dying too soon. That, and, you know, this:

In other countries, dinner time is an event. Two, maybe three hours are spent just relaxing, talking, eating and unwinding. What about dinner at your house? I’m sure there are exceptions, but I’d be willing to bet that on many nights, it’s everyone for themselves, or dinner is take-out or hastily thrown together, or eaten while working, watching the news, or even while driving to the next “thing.” The Thriller and I are guilty of this. I suppose it’s easier because we have no children in the house, but as I remember, when my boys were in high school, they were both so busy (as were their parents), we rarely had dinner together on the weeknights. It’s a shame.

If you had a mom like I did, you always reported to the table for dinner immediately when summoned, hands washed and ready to behave. It’s not that my parents were militant about table decorum, but dinner time was usually designed for Dad’s comfort. He wanted to unwind from his day at the office, and we were to facilitate that. So Mother saw that dinner was a relatively quiet event. I don’t remember a *whole* lot of sparkling conversation at dinner, other than the standard, “How was school today?” After the meal, Dad would get up and go into the living room to his recliner, read the newspaper and watch the news. We didn’t bug him; that was his time. After that, he was open for business. But his aim was to relax.

And that’s the thing: relaxing is rarely my aim. My goal is to get one job done so I can hurry up and get to the next one. That ain’t right. I mean, here it is, Sunday, and I have a mile-long list of stuff to get done. I might even have to go into school. Now what, I ask you, would happen to the universe if I didn’t tackle the list? If the 12 jobs went ignored? What if I didn’t look at each weekend as just another opportunity to do more stuff?

My family will back me up on that fact that I am always saying, “Life is too short,” meaning that we need to concentrate on the healthy and good things in life and let the minor mishaps pass. Hmm. Perhaps I should take my own sage advice.

Or maybe I just can’t accept the fact that the world has moved on.

But hey. All that is for another day. I have work to do.


B & W photo credit: The Family Dinner: A Celebration of Love, Laughter and Leftovers, by Linda Sunshine and Mary Tiegreen.

7 thoughts on “Lost weekend

  1. BoomR

    I remember chatting with the bus driver on my first European tour (with the AU choir my senior year). That was maybe a handful of years after the advent of the technological advancement we call “the drive through”… Hans couldn’t believe that we would get a meal in a bag & eat it while driving. He made the same point as you – over there, a meal is an event. It’s not just about the food (although that is a yummie part of it), but it’s about the social factor with friends & family around the table – a bottle of wine or 2, and spending time REALLY getting to know each other.

    I’ve got a few things I want to get done today, but now? Meh… I think I will take the dogs for a long walk, then spend a lazy afternoon with Bluvox in the pool working on my savage tan :-) Why don’t you & Thriller come over? We’ll put some steaks on the barbee!! :-)

    PS…any birthday cake left??

    1. Rat Fink Post author

      Absolutely! Kay has some Slovenia stories she could tell that relate perfectly to what Hans was talking about. In fact, she says it’s *sometimes* a bit on the frustrating side, in that Slovenes are so incredibly NOT in a hurry to do anything. HA

      I think we’ve just lost a part of our family culture, you know? I mean, the take-three-hours-for-dinner thing has likely not been a part of our social construct at least since the advent of radio. Our forms of entertainment (to include extra-curricular activities at school) over the decades — coupled with the deterioration of the nuclear family — have, in my opinion, deconstructed the family dinner table.

      Speaking of dinner…we would LOVE to come over for steak. Hold that thought for 10 more months!

      I din’t have any birthday cake on my actual birthday (my preference), but I am going to indulge at my feast this Saturday night! Wish you could be there!

      1. BoomR

        What? Another party?? I like how you celebrate! How cool is that??!!

        …and 10 more months it is!! Woo-hoo!! Make sure to bring your 2-piece so you can look fab out by the pool! :-)


  2. Krissy

    My family eats on the go everyday. We only eat together on special events or the rare weekends my Mom has off. Those are fun meals that we all share though.

    1. Rat Fink Post author

      Ah-haaaa…I knew someone would comment on it. :-) I’m going to reread the whole series next summer.

  3. Stein

    When I was in school my family ate together every single night. We had “assigned seats” at the dinner table. Mom would try new recipes. My sister, Dad, and I would alternate cooking meals as well. We would basically unwind for the most part. Although, depending on recent events of that day, sometimes the mealtimes were also the time to dish out the punishment. It was just basically the central gathering time for the day. Once I went to college that all went downhill. Now my parents don’t even eat together very often, unless Elizabeth and I are home and force the mealtime.


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