Grandfather time

Friday is a day of the week that generates various memories when I think about it.  As a younger person, bellowing the classic “Thank God it’s Friday” (TGIF) acronym was music to my ears and imagination when thinking about how I was soon to begin my long-awaited weekend.  Other Friday-centric memories were those couple times a year when it was Friday the 13^th, like today.

The TGIF memories changed over time but were generally more frequent when younger, beginning as a soldier in the U.S. Army and continuing when I was an employee working for someone else.  I didn’t seem to have a TGIF mindset as much once I became a self-employed stiff. 

My TGIF memories also had a bar-hopping with friends’ component to it, along with sleeping late on the weekends and having, as The Beach Boys sang, fun, fun, fun.

The Friday the 13^th thing was never that big of a deal for me as I’ve never been, nor are, superstitious.  Nevertheless, I recall being in the company of those who were so Friday the 13^th chatter inevitably became a topic of small-talk discussion.

What Friday memories is this middle-aged man making nowadays, and more specifically today?

The awesome and wonderful time I’ll soon be having today and tomorrow with a couple little fellas; it’s called grandfather time.

Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum