Like a pinball

In my vivid imagination I see fanciful visions of relaxing Saturdays of times past flash in my mind. None of them are actually memories that I can recall. But I can dream can't I? Saturdays are usually busy. Places to go, people to see, and things to do. Today I feel like a pinball in a pinball game, bouncing around from one place to another doing this and that. This morning I am going to help my sister-in-law with bottling, my wife with cleaning the house, my father with his yard to prep it for my sisters wedding, and then off to the homecoming game this evening that we might hopefully win (for a change). I am not complaining but once in a while I would like to just kick back and relax with a good book in my hammock that I have been neglecting and soon will have to take down before it snows. Well now I have to go and help my wife with breakfest of waffles and scrambled eggs and tickle my daughter. Take care everyone.