Friday, December 5, 2008

le Shabbat

Friday night is the beginning of le weekend. As I no longer go out to do Proper Work le weekend shouldn’t really feel different to any other time, especially as there are no school-age children at home now. But for some reason it does feel different, and it isn’t just that Mr. Signs usually comes home half an hour early on a Friday and it has nothing to do with what is on telly. I think I must be feeling the out-breath of millions of people relaxing into the idea of a free space, time to put the feet up or to dance, paint pictures, go to the flicks, bingo, pub. I light the candles, and it feels different to lighting the candles on other week days – but I never grew up observing Shabbat so it can’t be that (unless it is my ancient ancestors pulling at some hitherto unacknowledged part of me). Whatever it is, though, that creates the Friday night feeling, I like it.

I also like winter nights. Meeting with some workshopping folks today, a couple of people were talking about wonderful benefits of having a light box for those who suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. I have always felt that I am much more likely to have S.A.D. in the summer months. It is as though an inner light that is switched on in the dark months is flicked off again when the days are lighter. Particular bad are the summer months when the sky is overcast, for then one has neither light nor darkness.

Er – I seem to have begun talking about the weather. Goodness, is that the time? I have a pressing appointment with – oh yes, Newsnight Review! I knew there was something or other particular to a Friday night.

Shabbat Shalom, peeps.

7 comments:

Rabbit said...

Hiya,
Thanks for your message. I hope everything is going well for you. I have finally got round to putting up a post. Thanks for being so thoughtful xx

Reading the Signs said...

Great to see you, Rabbit! Everything is probably much the same - still negotiating the narrow path etc.

Dick said...

Interesting - I only get SAD symptoms during the summer. It was never more apparent when on the Cote d'Azur and clouds broke the rhythm of high sun and blue skies.

Gael said...

Terribly low-culture, I'm afraid, but does the phrase "Thank Crunchie it's Friday" ring any bells with you?

Reading the Signs said...

Dick, I knew there had to be others out there. There should perhaps be another name for it.

Gael, it does, it does! Though actually it was the Rude word that first came to mind (and was nearly the title for this post). I wish I could be just a bit more rock and roll sometimes.

That's So Pants said...

Hi Signs

I can't tell you how much I miss Newsnight Review.

xxx

Pants

Reading the Signs said...

Your Ms Greer was on, Pants, and they talked about a new Australian film with Nicole Kidman (slated) and a poet by the name of Emma Jones (thumbs up).