I think Saturdays are often similar, at least in the western world. A day of which at least half is sacrificed for all of those errands and shopping that one doesn’t have time for in the course of a normal work week.
Such was mine yesterday and in the course of the morning, I was able to help an elderly lady to navigate her walking frame over some coarse and bumpy rocks where the sidewalk had been torn up. We have a large assisted living facility here in town so we have our share of elderly, and I had the impression that she was a bit confused, as she didn’t want me to help her continue her journey until I was able to confirm that the fruit and vegetable store down the street was still in existence. It is, and so I got her past the bumpy bit, and continued on to the pharmacy.
Later on, when returning from the beverage market, I observed a man stealing a large rock. There is a large construction site across the street from us, it’s the usual story. A large property with a house on it, the old folks died, the children sold the property to a real estate firm, which tore down the original house to make room for 6 row units and 4 double units on said property. Sardine housing, you might call it – the old “how many housing units can be fit on a piece of land as to maximize profit.” And they’re selling for about half a million each. Go figure.
Anyhow, two of the houses are being built, and there is a large pile of earth from the excavation for the next house. I came home and parked the car and got out, and observed a car parked next to the huge mound of earth. A man bent down to pick up a very large rock, about a foot in length and placed it in the boot of his car. I stood and watched. He closed the boot and turned, obviously scanning the area to see if anyone had seen him. He startled a bit as he saw me looking at him. I continued to stare, innerly grinning as he was visibly flustered. Yes, I was being evil. He was embarrassed at having been “caught” and I stared at him on purpose. I couldn’t care less about the rock and I don’t think anyone from the construction site will miss it either, but he was obviously feeling guilty and quickly got in his car and drove off.
Saturday evening found me having dinner with my cousin A. and her husband in our favorite beer garden. Good company, good food and good beer, topped by perfect weather.