Five things First-Grader Me would never believe Grown-Up Me would get up early on Saturday mornings to do:
1. Mow the lawn. Not like 6 a.m. early — I don’t want the neighbors slashing my tires. In our neighborhood, 7:30 is the unspoken agreed-upon start time, mostly because everyone accepts such outdoor chores need to be done early to avoid the heat.
2. Go to a farmers market. The one in downtown Phoenix starts at 8, and I’m always afraid there will be some sort of rush — on vegetables? — and if I get there late, I’ll be greeted by empty white tents, flapping in the breeze, as you would find in a hastily deserted desert outpost. Note: This has never happened.
3. Go to yoga class. I’m a lot better prepared for the p.m. classes, but I think those are also “hey, wind down — you’ve had a rough day!” versions. The morning ones seem to be more invigorating … but they involve getting up early to shower, put in contacts, eat an appropriate amount of time beforehand, etc., and thus are less enticing.
4. Start on a road trip. Going to Bisbee for the weekend? Start it out right by beating traffic! Actually, there probably would be just as much traffic at 10 or 11 a.m. as at 8 a.m., but usually I’m kind of excited about the trip, which makes me get up early anyway. Plus there’s something about a fast-food breakfast that puts me in the mood. To road-trip.
5. Drive someone to the airport. When CPOS was still living in D.C., every 14 days Mr. Brooks would fly there to spend his “off week” with him. His flight left at 7 a.m., which meant he needed to be there by 6, just to be safe. We worked out a system where I would make him drive my car to the airport while I just tried to stay awake in the passenger seat. After he essentially dropped himself off, I would take over at the wheel, drive home and go back to bed.
And two things that still make perfect sense on Saturday mornings:
Sleeping in. My definition of “sleeping in” has been altered: I used to be able to stay in bed until 1 p.m. or so, but now the magic hour is between 10 and 11 a.m.
Watching cartoons. I should try to find a channel that plays classic Bugs Bunny episodes and record them on DVR. They always aired 6:30-8 a.m. Saturdays when I was growing up, which was way too early for me.
|WHAT SAM WORE: 10-15-09
It’s going to be 101 by Saturday — no more sweaters this week.
|The shirt: Superbright cotton polo from Old Navy.|
|The pants: Flat-front chinos from Banana Republic.|
|The shoes: Zip-up suede boots, on clearance at Martin + Osa.|
|The scent: Cipresso di Toscana by Acqua di Parma Blu Mediterraneo,
from Space NK in New York City.