Saturday Morning

If I had to categorize my favorite day or time of day, it would certainly be Saturday morning... So pregnant with promise -- and only the promise of one's own heart and mind -- not a day of rest at all. And there's really nothing I'd rather do than get up early and go to my local coffee hang-out. Yes, that does lead to lazy activities - but there's something productive about watching people... and something heartwarming about it, too...

There's always the "old men" table - they're there every Saturday morning -- perhaps every day of the week. The old men talk about their daughters and grandchildren and sporting .. and they love me. The call me a "good mom" because I buy chocolate donuts for my son.

There are always the "post exercise" folks... they're not exactly sweaty-looking, but they are after all wearing track suits. And who doesn't deserve a latte after a long run, eh?

And don't forget the married men... siting alone with tall black coffees, rifling through a newspaper, clearly trying to find a moment's peace - and look productive while doing so.

'Course lots of folks are just stopping in for fuel on their way to their next errand. Essentially, that's what I'm doing, too. I'm just stopping to notice things on the way.