The Blues? What Blues?
You should see Margaret Nixon smile when she talks about her Sunday nights.[an error occurred while processing this directive]
She's not trying to be smug. It's just that she happens to relish her Sunday nights, and you know there's something delicious about being at ease while the rest of the world scurries.
Nixon, 52, is a hairstylist in Arlington who has Sundays and Mondays off -- and she wouldn't want it any other way.
"It's all about me enjoying life. Just being off and being free," she says, as if it's a secret guilty pleasure. "That's the relaxation day for me."
You're probably waiting in a mobbed grocery store line at the same moment Nixon is putting her feet up on the porch, listening to the evening and lingering over a martini. (She usually does her grocery shopping on Mondays, when the aisles are next to empty.)
She finishes work on Saturday night and doesn't go back until Tuesday afternoon, so "it's like I have a mini-vacation for the weekend."
And Sunday is often the peak, with church and grandkids and family dinners and then sacred downtime. Except when she passes on the downtime and veers off onto some unexpected excursion with a friend.
House hunting in Frederick County? Sure. Dinner at a near-empty restaurant? She can make that happen. A long nap? Yes, please, and don't wake her.
Okay, wake her Tuesday about noon. She needs to be at work by 1, and if she must, she'll spend that tiny hour having the blues.