Did you take the weekend off? Did you? Really? Did you turn off the cell phone? the crackberry? the pager? Did you leave the laptop in it's case? Did you resist the urge to check in with the answering service?
Were you able to relax? Did you forget about work? Did you enjoy your time with the family? Did you do something that you used to really love? something you have really missed? Did you get into it and enjoy it as much as you did back in the day without once thinking about Monday or work?
Of course not! You've had the Monday Morning Blues all weekend!
You see, I know you. I know, like most people in this world, you went to bed last night (and the night before that, and the night before that) dreading today. I know you didn't sleep well and did not want to hear that alarm clock this morning. But, alas it went off right on schedule....o.k....just a few more minutes you thought as you rolled over and pulled the cover a bit tighter...P L E A S E !!!     As you try to think ahead to payday, Friday appears to be somewhere out in the miserable infinity of time and space. Even last Friday seems so long ago. It must have been because there is nothing left in the wallet to show for it. Hump day is of little solace right now, it too seems sooo verrry far away.
Boy, how you would like to tell that jerk you work for to take his job and shove it. Getting a positive attitude is the hardest part of your day, and maybe you just had to postpone that little psychological bit of mind bending for another day.
Caus' it just ain't happening !!!! So smile! It's Monday! Dare to Dream! It's Monday! It's a New Beginning! Dare To Dream! It's Monday!!! Pull a Julie Andrews. Grab an umbrella and do a little song and dance as the rain drops keep falling on your head. It can still be just as much fun as when you were young and love was blossoming. Force your world to take on a new glow!
You see, my daddy, knew you too, knew what makes you tick, knew how you feel. He was an excellent auto mechanic back in the day. You know, one of those people who heard your car pull into the driveway and knew what was wrong with it. He could fix it too! But that was before computers. Computers? The curse of modern man. Most vehicles did not even have automatic transmissions or air. If yours did, it cost you a small fortune; money that could be better spent. And, air conditioning for your '55 Chevy Belair! Buy it at Sears and install it yourself...I'll spare you the details.
Dad always wanted his own garage but he had five mouths to feed, a farm to keep going and a job at the factory in town. He worked a swing shift. One week he worked days, the next evenings, the next nights and then after a 24 hour break he did it all over again.

Not having the time, money, or energy to chase his dreams, he decided, unconsciously, ( I am sure) to live them through me. He bought me a new set of Craftsman Tools from Sears and enrolled me in an auto mechanic school. Sorry, that just was not meant for me or I was not cut out for it.
Daddy, a WW II Veteran, had a third grade education, a strong back, and a sharp mind. When I was lost in advanced math classes, I could read a problem and without hesitation he would say, your answer is...now how you get there I don't know. He was always right but the prof wanted to know how you arrived at the conclusion.
Pop knew teenagers. He knew his boys. He was always a step ahead of me.

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