Saturday morning.

Sleeping in.

There’s nothing like it. Morning on a Saturday shouldn’t come any time before 8:00. The coffee pot steaming upon entry to the kitchen – the newspaper and a good conversation with dad just around the corner. One by one, the siblings rouse from a deep sleep and wander into the kitchen. The girls find toast, the boys a bottomless bowl of cereal and a grilled cheese. Just as some are finishing breakfast, lunch is started. Our new gas oven heats up quickly, but takes a bit longer than expected to cook our baked pasta dish. That’s ok, it’s Saturday.

Next: a little Adventures in Odyssey and needle work is in order. A winning combination, except for the fact that the sewing room gets a bit toasty (which couldn’t have anything to do with the constant supply of laundry spinning in the dryer… or the yards of fabric to be ironed). Opening the window doesn’t help either – it’s about 90 outside. Mind you, when I say “a little Adventures in Odyssey and needle work”… I actually mean 3 hours.  We probably could have worked longer, except that it had gotten to the point of unbearable heat in the sewing room.

That’s when salvation was at hand – Carter peaked his head into the room to, first comment on how “burning hot” it was in there, and then announce that Mom was taking everyone swimming. By everyone, he meant himself and Colson – but I think his announcement was an attempt to lure more swimmers to the murky waters of Lake Lillian. On a day like Saturday, it didn’t take much persuasion.  That’s right – 2 hours floating in our fish and turtle infested lake was just what the doctor ordered.  Please be sure to use our ear wash after – the doctor ordered that too – don’t want to get swimmers ear.

Freeze pops are a Chase tradition, and were enjoyed before returning to the house for grilled cheese and Ketchup for dinner.  (That’s right: for some members of our family, this is grilled cheese #2)  Dad responds to our pleas by firing up the blender and whipping up some smoothies. He has a secret recipe – don’t ask for it – I can’t give it to you. All I can say, is that they are the best smoothies I’ve ever tasted. I’ve had other smoothies, too. I know what I’m talking about.

What was I talking about?

Somewhere between grilled cheese and smoothies, Marta pulled out the water pick (that’s right, the thing people use to clean out those funky wires in their mouths), added some warm H2O and peroxide and cleaned my ears out. Good stuff, in case you’ve never had it done. It feels like an inner ear massage – AND it helps you hear better (which is important when you answer the phones all day… like I do).  It’s rather nice to have a nurse about. Just about as good as it is to have a dentist, a doctor, and a retired nurse… not to mention a future doctor and another nurse-in-training. TOO-MUCH-MEDICINE… MUST-GET-OUT.

Ok… so where were we?

Anyway – the evening was finished with a lovely movie (complete with Chase commentary and several “instant replays” of our favorite moments). Then, off to bed.

And THAT is how the Chases do Saturday. With completed projects, full bellies, happy hearts… and clean ears.

It’s ok to be jealous.

Well, actually… it’s not:

Exodus 20:17: “You shall not covet your neighbor’s house; you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his male servant, or his female servant, or his ox, or his donkey, or anything that is your neighbor’s…” “… including his Saturday.”  Ok, so I added that last part.  The point is still valid.