The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

Just finished freezing the last of this year's rhubarb. I like rhubarb as much for its cheery colour as for its taste, but what I like best is that it's the first sign of growth each spring, reddish-pink lumps emerging from the almost-still-frozen earth.
 
When I was growing up, on our cross-country road trips Mom and Dad would not stop at restaurants, we would prepare our own meals from grocery store stops.
Same here. We had a camper, and we'd stop at a rest stop and eat in the trailer or picnic at a table under the trees. We'd also bring all our own goodies to drive-ins. Station Wagons were perfect for taking the kids to the drive-in. We'd have a big Tupperware bowl of popcorn (made with real butter), Kool-ade and cookies. If my parents were lucky, we'd be asleep in the back before the second movie started and they could... canoodle.
 
Why are Mondays so brutal? Are there any days as bad when you’re retired? Or maybe they’ll all be like this 😩 I don’t like getting older. The only thing it beats is the alternative.

At least the work day is over. That’s something.
Even after retirement, somethings don't happen on weekends and some things only happen on weekends.

Oddly, I never hated Mondays. I (usually) enjoyed what I did and often looked forward to Monday.
 
You know what they sing, Rain Days and Mondays always bring me down. Well, Karen sang it.
Even after retirement, somethings don't happen on weekends and some things only happen on weekends.

Oddly, I never hated Mondays. I (usually) enjoyed what I did and often looked forward to Monday.
 
We mostly eat out, and Mondays kinda suck here because many restaurants are closed and our limited selection becomes even moreso. It used to be that nearly all were closed, save the fast food joints (which we eschew), so I guess Mondays are less bad than they once were.

Rainy Days and Mondays always bring me down.

Yep. A two-fer. Today (a Monday) is a poopy day anyway. Cool, overcast and intermittent drizzle. All three of us (C, the dog, and myself) are wholly demotivated from doing anything more than slouching on the sofa. C just went back to bed.
 
Why are Mondays so brutal? Are there any days as bad when you’re retired? Or maybe they’ll all be like this 😩 I don’t like getting older. The only thing it beats is the alternative.

At least the work day is over. That’s something.
When I was forced into retirement (on a Monday) I figured my hate of Mondays was over. At one part of my life I was very depressed and just the thought of Mondays nearly drove me to suicide every Sunday evening. The worst part was that I loved my job, once I got to work I got into the swing of things, it was just another day but with more useless staff meetings. But when I retired, I still hated Monday... It's no different from any other day of the week, except that the few TV shows I watch returned from their weekend hiatus.

Now that I'm retired, one day is the same as the next. I lose track of time, I only know what day it is because when I take my medications I can tell by the 7-day pill dispenser how far along in the week I got... but I know Monday. Monday has that aura... like I could tell which child got into the cookies by their expression, I can tell a Monday because of it's attitude. Monday is made from agony, with a side of depression.
 
Why are Mondays so brutal?
My opinion of Mondays is directly proportional to my opinion of my job. When I've got lots of freedom and I feel really engaged with my coworkers, I look forward to Monday as a chance to get a great start to the week.

But when the work is boring, or my coworkers are dipsticks, or my boss micromanages, Mondays become something I dread.

When I'm not working, I love Mondays because then I get to decide what the definition of "work" is. Although, like a few people mentioned, the initial transition from working to not working jars me and it frequently leads to a bout of feeling lost. But now that I've done it a few times I'm better at it, and having Lit available as a source of writing projects has been amazing.
 
My opinion of Mondays is directly proportional to my opinion of my job. When I've got lots of freedom and I feel really engaged with my coworkers, I look forward to Monday as a chance to get a great start to the week.

But when the work is boring, or my coworkers are dipsticks, or my boss micromanages, Mondays become something I dread.

When I'm not working, I love Mondays because then I get to decide what the definition of "work" is. Although, like a few people mentioned, the initial transition from working to not working jars me and it frequently leads to a bout of feeling lost. But now that I've done it a few times I'm better at it, and having Lit available as a source of writing projects has been amazing.
I hate weekends. My life is so bad that weekends are dull dull dull. As in empty.
Mondays at least have some life. Even the ones when I have chemo.
 
I hate this Monday -- I woke up yesterday not feeling well. By the end of breakfast, I was useless and I have slept something like 20 of the last 27 hours. I had a fever yesterday and a swollen lymph node that makes it seriously painful to swallow anything, solid or liquid. I cancelled my afternoon class today, which I usually only do every three or four years.

Too fuzzy headed to even write, which is disappointing because my sci fi WIP was finally starting to flow for me Saturday evening. Hopefully tomorrow morning I can teach my class, but I will probably do so remotely (over zoom).
 
I hate weekends. My life is so bad that weekends are dull dull dull. As in empty.
Mondays at least have some life. Even the ones when I have chemo.

See, here I was, thinking it can’t get any worse than this. I’m sorry for your troubles, sirhugs.
 
Do you like your help with milk and sugar?
went to black in two stages. Gave up sugar about 45 years ago when I was at university & mainlining coffee to the tune of at least 8 a day. mostly from vending machines. The powdered creamer was mostly milk sugar, so did not need the extra sweetener.
Later gave up milk, unless the coffee is bitter.
 
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