“Sunday is the core of our civilization, dedicated to thought and reverence.”

The sun is elsewhere, but it is warm, winter warm. Only very small snow piles are left here and there. Earlier I gave Gracie a special biscuit which she then buried in the yard. I know that because Gracie came in with her face and jowls covered in dirt. I ran to clean her, but she shook off most of the dirt onto my cabinets and floor. I did manage to clean what was left off her face then I cleaned the floor. I’ve watched Gracie bury her prizes. First she digs a hole, drops in the biscuit then uses her nose to push the dirt back over the hole. Later she’ll bring in the most disgusting, dirty biscuit and eat it on my rug.

I’m getting itchy. This will be the second year I haven’t traveled because my bank account is almost non-existent so my austerity campaign has begun. A pair of pants I bought for my first trip to Ghana wore out at the crease on the leg so I used duct tape and you can’t even tell. My slippers have a hole in the toe so I put on socks. I figure I can save enough money to go back to Ghana in 2015. Besides, there isn’t really too much I need except maybe a new pair of pants come warmer weather. The duct tape gets sticky.

I am most decidedly bored today which is a good thing. No leaks, no car scrapes, no broken bones as of yet, but the week is young. Given my mood, I think it’s time to start playing Pollyanna’s happy game.

When I was growing up, I was content with a quiet Sunday. It was most decidedly a day of rest. Nobody did outside chores, the stores were all closed, and we were expected to stay around for dinner. The day started with mass then home and the paper though in those days I only read the funnies. I’d watch some TV or read until my mother called us to the table. Mashed potatoes were part of the meal every Sunday, and there was always gravy. I’d make a well in my potatoes and try not to let the gravy spill over the edge.  It was my weekly challenge on every quiet Sunday

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14 Comments on ““Sunday is the core of our civilization, dedicated to thought and reverence.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    None of my dogs bury any treats, I guess they all know that one of the others will dig it up as soon as they turned their backs to it.

    Yet another warm day here but the sun onkly showed itself for a minute or two. The wind however is blowing like it has all winter but it brings warm air from south so who am I to complain 🙂

    I’ve been restless all day but I’ve done nothing to stop the feeling. I could of course have cleaned up here in my cottage but I was just restless, not insane 🙂 🙂

    I can’t remember that our Sundays were any different to our Saturdays when I grew up. My mother didn’t believe in children staying calm just because it was a Sunday 🙂 I don’t think my friends parents felt any different either because we kids were always out doing something. But then again non of us was church goers.

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      Gracie’s friend Cody comes to play, and he always digs up and eats her treats. If I had another dog, I doubt Gracie would hide those treats.

      I do have one project in mind for today which will keep me busy. I did laundry and swept the kitchen floor yesterday so I haven’t been totally lazy.

      Saturdays were the best fun of any day of the week. Sunday was just hanging around the house until I got to be a teen then I was free to go out.

      Have a great evening!

  2. Birgit Says:

    I had to look up Pollyanna. I don’t think I ever read this book, but it seems to be lovely.
    It was a busy Sunday today, 6 hours chorus rehearsal plus 2 hours by rail. Our national barbershop music competition is in less than 2 weeks and we still have to work on songs and presentation. At least the new costume is complete. I don’t think that duct tape is allowed, although the color is similar.

    • katry Says:

      I only saw the movie with Haley Mills who fell out of a tree, was paralyzed and still played the happy game.

      Duct tape now comes in a variety of colors so you can probably match it should you need a quick fix. Mine is black.

      You must be tired.

  3. Bob Says:

    Of course God didn’t rest on Sunday when he finished creation, he rested on the Sabbath which is Saturday. I remember when all the stores had to close on Sunday and those that stayed open such as grocery and drug stores couldn’t sell certain items. Because Texas is the buckle of the Bible belt it took a long time to get rid of those silly laws. In Texas, before pro football arrived, Sundays were Bible school, Church, lunch, rest and followed by more Church. The arrival of the Cowboys changed that around. It became Church, lunch, Cowboys and partying.

    • Bob Says:

      Oops! Instead of duct tape on your pants won’t save you that much money. 🙂 You could teach Gracie some tricks and during the summer tourist season you and her could go into town and put on a sidewalk dog and clown show. Clown makeup and a fancy neckerchief for Gracie and pass the hat around. 🙂 In no time at all you will have the money to go to Ghana before you reach 70 years old.

      Sunday at our house started with my Dad bowling in a JCC bowling league, lunch, playing outside while my dad watched sports on TV. After dinner, which included the required mashed potatoes, we gathered around the black and white TV to watch Ed Sullivan.

      • katry Says:

        I have a feeling Gracie would not oblige. I’d be fine about it but not Miss Gracie.

        We had Sunday dinner in the afternoon around here. It interrupted my father’s Sunday football game watching, but we never ate and watched TV in those days.

    • katry Says:

      It was the same with Massachusetts. They were called the Blue Laws and it took long time for them to disappear. First it was on Sundays for the month before Christmas then within a while it was every Sunday. Banks still stay closed on Sunday, but I think just about everything else is opened.

      • flyboybob Says:

        In Texas it went a similar way except that car dealers had enough political pull to remain closed on Sunday’s. I take my car to the largest volume Honda dealer in Texas for service. One of the sales managers told me that the largest volume Honda dealer in the country is located in the Los Angeles area and sells twice as many cars because they are open 24/7 and only close for Christmas and New Year’s. “Honey, get up it’s three in the morning and we need to go down to the dealership and buy a new car”. 🙁

      • katry Says:

        They are closed here on Sunday as well. I love your last lone!

  4. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I have itchy legs, too. I want to go for some very long hikes. But then I look around and realize that doing so around here would probably be dangerous to life and limb as there are no cleared sidewalks. I would have to walk in the street with the crazy drivers.

    Rocky tries to bury things but he doesn’t know how to dig. He’ll scratch up a bit of soil, put the thing on top of that and try to push the grass over it.
    My old dog Tegan dug up everything. The back yard still bears the remnants of her pits 10 years after her death. She liked to bury her rawhide chews until they had reconstituted into something more flesh-like.

    Sunday was church followed by Sunday dinner followed by not a lot unless it was summer. Douglas Adams wrote a book called The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul. I knew immediately what he meant; Sunday afternoon at 4 o’clock. The absolute deadest end of the weekend.

    Grey, a little windy and cool up here. More snow has melted but there is still a lot of it left to go.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      You can walk down here-the snow is pretty much gone. Just walk the bike trail as there are very few sidewalks.

      Gracie is a master digger. One of her holes was at the bottom of the steps and it was either break and ankle or do the long jump to get across. I finally put pebbles below the steps then she started digging in other spots, all inconvenient.

      I was never one for Sundays. Nothing to do and seldom anywhere to go.

      I ended up going nowhere today, but I read and that was a good way to spend the day.

      Enjoy your evening!

  5. Cuidado Says:

    My old dog used to bury bones in the farmer’s field behind me. She would get the absolute saddest face when she saw the plow coming. She would them walk through the freshly plowed field until she found her bone. She would then have to stay outside for the day to allow the mud to dry off her. Oh, memories.

    • katry Says:

      The poor baby! Gracie has that same look when her friend digs up and eats the buried treasure.

      My backyard has only a few spots of mud. The rest is pine needles. I, however, have had to clean her paws in the spring. I keep a bucket by the door.

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