Weekends

Ah...weekends! As much as we love them because we have time to have fun and get things done around hte house and all that kind of thing, we who live out on the East End have a love/hate relationship with them because weekends mean traffic.

Last Saturday I made the rookie mistake of going into the village too late in the day. On a normal Saturday we get all our village errands done before 10am. But this day it was nearly noon before I was able to get out to get a couple things I needed. First, I turned right out of my driveway and came almost immediately to a stop. Traffic was backed up from the light on North Main Street and we crawled along down Accabonac and then onto Collins. BUT, shock of all shocks, there was a parking spot right in front of the IGA. I grabbed it and ran in to pick up a couple containers of frozen lemonade. Again surprisingly, I walked to the check-out counter and there was no one in line. I was out in minutes.

Then I headed up Cedar to hit the Golden Eagle. Traffic was heavy along North Main and Cedar, but when I got to Toilsome there was only one car parked in front of the store. Amazing! I parked, ran in and picked out the sketch pads I needed for me and my granddaughter for our art projects, and off I went. I made the conscious decision not to avoid the commercial core in the interest of seeing how things were going there, a necessity for my job. Although there were people everywhere and things were very busy, things seemed to be going smoothly and I passed down Newtown Lane without any trouble at all.

Sometimes it's surprising that even on a Saturday things are OK. I left the house thinking I would end up coming home with nothing and waiting to get things done on Monday instead, and there I was with all my errands done and very little stress along the way. How nice!