Tuesdays

Despite the fact that I get up earlier on Tuesdays than any other day of the week, they still happen to make their way to the top of my list as far as days go. 

I get up with Ben, and then he drives me to work, a whole hour earlier than I actually need to be there (ahh! the joys of one car).  But it’s ok.  I end up using this time to actually be productive and get a head start on my day. (Go figure eh?)

We have staff meetings on Tuesdays.   These are usually a good reminder of how effective we can be when we work as a team.  The staff at our church are all pretty great, and these meetings re-focus, regenerate and encourage us. 

At four, I walk my rear end to the train station and catch a train and then a bus to Hamilton.  Although I always bring a book with me in hopes of being productive, it is inevitable that by the time I get on the bus in Burlington I will purposely pick a seat with no one beside me, then I will stretch out a bit and fully fall asleep.  Sometimes, I’m sleeping so soundly that somone has to wake me up when we reach our destination.  Nothing quite as humbling as having a complete stranger have to shake you awake as you wipe your nap drool off your cheek. 

Ben picks me up, and we drive to a public garden that is near the station.  He packs us a supper each week and we spend some time together, cathing up on our day, having a great picnic, and watching the two middle aged lovers who are always also at the park.  While we’re eating, they’re making out.  We fight the temptation to sing “Lovers in a Dangerous Time” outloud.

I then change in the car into more athletic clothing while we drive to our Ultimate frisbee game.  I have to time the changing of the pants strategically, so we’re not stopped at a red light while I have my shorts still around my ankles for the cars next to me to see.

Then we play ultimate frisbee.  This is good people.  Real good. We still usually win (minus one little glitch in the season),  and have a blast doing it.  I’m still not awesome, but still having a great time with good friends.  It does me good to run around for a few hours, growing at a game that I’m continuing to love. 

After our win, we’ll head out as a team to a local pub and hang out for a while.  I like this.  A lot. We laugh, we usually re-hash the game a bit, we grab fries and we grow as friends.  These people are good for me.  We talk about everything from weddings, to faith, to The Office, to work, to shawarmas.   We don’t see them outside of Tuesday nights, but when we do hang out, it just fits.

Then Ben and I drive home, crash on the couch, and relish in the fact that neither of us has to work until 1 the next day.

These days? They are good.