Is It Hump Day If It's Not Wednesday?

Mark-John Clifford

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Remember the days when a Wednesday was a true Wednesday for everyone?

I reflect on that memory each time I post a podcast on a Wednesday and call it Hump Day. It just doesn't make sense to call it that any longer unless you work, follow a calendar of the week's actual days.

You know what I mean, right? Monday is Monday, not a Sunday and Wednesday is a Wednesday, not a Thursday or Tuesday or any other day of the week.

I know it isn't very clear.

We're in a day and age where days of the weeks take on different time frames. Monday could be on a Saturday or some and a Friday for others. Wednesday could be a Friday or a Sunday, but never a real Wednesday.

With all of this going on, it begs the question, which day is hump day?

I decided this needed some looking into knowing how many Ground Hog Days Bill Murray had in the movie of the same name.

The number of Ground Hog Days in the movie has no positive answer and is still being decided upon to this day.

Back to hump day.

Hump Day originally started to be used back in the '60s. The concept being that Wednesday is the middle of the traditional workweek back then. It was a sign that we were headed for the weekend full of fun.

As a kid, when I first started working, which would have been the early '70s, Wednesdays were a day to make plans for the upcoming weekend.

It was about going to the beach to surf or hang out on a Saturday and Sunday during the summer.

In the winter, it was all about going up to New Hampshire, Vermont, or Maine to go skiing and hang out at the local pubs afterward.

Life was good back then, and the days of the week made sense. Now it's something different for many.

But before we get into today, let's talk more about the past.

I can remember exciting Wednesday evenings at home with my Mom and Dad before driving and hanging with friends where we would sit around the dinner table and talk the weekend.

It was exciting to sit at dinner and be part of making plans for the coming weekend. When would we leave? Who would we visit? Where would we go?

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Sometimes the plans were simple, like going to the zoo as a family or possibly going to the beach together.

Usually, though, the weekends back then were about visiting, cooking, and hanging out with family and or friends.

Saturday mornings were for housework and yardwork before packing up for a trip. It might take us most of the morning to get everything done, but we were excited and inspired to get things done so we could leave as early as possible.

I remember in school having to write on a Thursday morning what plans we had for the weekend. The teacher would want to know all the details from our Wednesday evening meal planning.

Sometimes the teacher would ask each of us to get up and talk about our plans and what we thought we transpire. That was always fun.

Some kids would be jealous of other kids and their plans, which backfired on the teacher asking us to speak. After a few arguments here and there within the classroom, it was back to just writing about our plans.

The thing was, we made plans as a family. I wonder today if that happens?

I know for us it doesn't. There are not Wednesday evening planning sessions since everyone in the family has different schedules.

Now it's about whose Wednesday is on Saturday or whose Wednesday is on Monday.

How can you make plans for a weekend with those schedules? It just doesn't work.

So we made do. We change our routines. We make do with what we have and hope for the best.

But for me, the best isn't good enough. Call me nostalgic or old fashion, but I miss the Wednesday evening planning sessions over dinner or after dinner sitting in the living room with a map.

Remember maps? You know those enormous pieces of paper that were folded perfectly when our parents brought them out, only to frustrate them in folding them back the way they came.

I remember lots of cursing from Mom and Dad over how to fold those maps, so they fit in the glove compartment.

Now it's all about GPS with screens that have male or female voices telling us which way to turn and watch out for the road's local speed traps. What fun is that?

Where's the adventure of getting lost due to reading the map wrong?

Remember Trip Tiks from Tripple A? The American Automobile Association used to offer a Trip Tik map with the service of outlining the route you would take to get to your destination. The good ole days.

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On hump day or Wednesday evening, my Dad would come home with a Trip Tik to look over and plan our trip. This was later in life when maps were causing too many loud Wednesday night arguments.

Those Trip Tiks were terrific. You would flip from page to page, and you would follow the highlighted route to and from your destination. Simple.

Now, all it takes s a smartphone or a GPS screen in your vehicle, type in the address, and away you go. Not very exciting if you ask me, but it does get the job done.

But that leaves a void in today's kids' life. That void is in Wednesday evening planning sessions.

Hump Day or Wednesday evenings were like planning an invasion of another country or what I thought it would be.

Here we are planning on invading our relatives' or friends' homes for the weekend, arriving with drink and food to ease our visit's burden.

Those Wednesday or Hump Day evenings were exciting.

I miss them, but more importantly, I miss them for our kids and grandkids.

You try and get your kids or grandkids to sit down on a Wednesday evening or what may be called a Wednesday evening and plan a trip for that weekend and listen to all of the reasons why it can't be done.

You will hear not just reasons why we can't do that as a family, but a bunch of whining why that isn't cool.

Comments that I've heard range from "Papa that's just not cool" to " have to work which means I can't go," to "It isn't r that he or she can go, but I can't go." I've heard them all.

So why do I miss Hump Day or Wednesday evenings? I guess I'm just a creature of memories. Don't forget those days it keeps you young.

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Patti, my wife, and I write about life here in Fresno, California, and the Central Valley. We especially enjoy writing reviews about restaurants we've dined at, along with the food that is served. From time to time, we also write about and share recipes that we are fond of and hope you'll try them and let us know your thoughts. We are not traditional food critics. We don't have to worry about restaurants making unique dishes for us. We're just the average customer going in to dine, and then we write reviews.

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