Easter Sunday. 1150h. Jo has just said the above in relation to the building works in a house (or what’s left of it) across the road.
It was meant as a rhetorical question, but I feel the need to unrhetoricise it: why isn’t there a law against what they’re doing? There used to be… didn’t there? You know, I can’t even remember. Legalities aside, however, Sundays used to be a day of rest. This was, in my opinion, a Good Thing. I’m not an especially religious person, but I do believe in the context of the sacred – especially when it relates to a day of the week when one is not supposed to work!
I’m not a lazy person, either. That is to say, not generally. This is, however, less by choice than by the necessities of my life. I believe in laziness. No, not strictly true; I believe that work is not the be all and end all. Work can be rewarding, fun, spiritually satisfying – but let’s face it, it is often just work. Work is not a virtue, although its outcomes can be – but Modern Western Society leans far to much in the direction of the former. We should work for the satisfaction of working… shouldn’t we? I say not! But it is this attitude which is rapidly leading us towards Sunday being just another day of the week.
I believe in the sacred. A day of rest. One day of the week (Sunday will do) when we are legally obliged not to work – when financial exchange and activity ceases, except perhaps for in a few essential (by some definition) services. For the sanity of our culture, our species, we need at least one day of the week to reflect, consider, pause. But what of the freedom of choice to work? – you might ask. But then what of unscrupulous employers? And what of my freedom to reflect, consider and pause, without the sounds of house construction constantly rumbling in my lugholes?