“Sunday is the core of our civilization, dedicated to thought and reverence.”
The morning is lovely, sunny and seasonably warm. I filled my bird feeders earlier so now there is a line waiting for turns on the perch. I watch from the window over the sink as the different birds fly in and out. The male goldfinches have almost lost their bright colors. The chickadees grab a seed, fly to a branch and tap to get at the kernels. The blue jay fills his cheeks, if birds have cheeks, with several seeds. My deck is littered with sunflower kernels.
Sunday may not be what it used to be, but it is still a quiet day. People tend to stay close to home. The roads are clearer. Some stores are even closed.
I remember those childhood Sundays. My dad watched football. He was a pre-Patriots Giants fan and was most expressive during the games. He’d yell loudly and curse a bit and ask, “What the hell are you doing?” Rhetorical questions are common when watching any game. Name calling too is part of the experience. “You idiot or what an idiot move,” was one of my father’s favorites. It was reserved for stupid plays, interceptions and fumbles. My father always watched alone, and he sat in the big, comfy chair. I sometimes sat on the living room floor and read the comics. My mother spent the morning in the kitchen getting dinner ready. I remember her standing over the sink peeling potatoes. The oven was always on and whatever roast we were having for Sunday dinner was cooking. The small kitchen got warm. I never liked Sundays with church, homework and an early school night bedtime. Its only redeeming factor was the family dinner.
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October 26, 2014 at 12:46 pm
We changed to normal time during the night, normally I get cranky for at least a week but I don’t think that will happen this year since I’ve been at home for a week. I sort of got used to go up at a different hour.
Windy and cloudy all day, with some sunshine for a few seconds at a time. We also got some rain but only when we were out walking, as soon as we got inside the rain stopped 🙂
It has always been Saturdays that has been the big sports day here. English soccer during winter because soccer is a summer sport here. I knew more about English soccer while growing up than I knew about Swedish 🙂 It’s not the same today because we have so many channels and loads of them show soccer every day in the week.
Sundays was just another day free from school and the occasional Sunday dinner at my grandparents. My mormor was a great cook, the only thing she couldn’t do was a lump-free sauce 🙂 That was the only thing my mother really could do. Too bad they never cooperated 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
October 26, 2014 at 3:00 pm
Christer,
We will change next weekend. When I was working it made a difference but doesn’t now.
The sun has gone, and it is dark and feels damp. It isn’t supposed to rain but it feels as if it could.
Saturday is all college football-game after game. In the summer it is afternoon and night baseball.
My mother made great gravy whether chicken or beef. She was a good cook.
Have a wonderful evening!
October 26, 2014 at 1:33 pm
Sundays are different now that all the blue laws have been deleted and all the major stores are open. My father in law was a huge TV sports fan. He followed the Cowboys and the Cardinals until they moved to Arizona. He was a fan of the old Chicago Cardinals before they moved to St. Louis. I guess when the moved west to Phoenix he just gave up on them. He yelled and screamed at the TV as if the coaches and the players could hear his advice and curses.
When I was a kid Sunday was the day that my aunt in New York didn’t cook dinner while I was living there. Instead, it was a day for Chinese or Deli. We would either bring it in or sometimes go out to eat. My aunt and uncle always ordered the same things. She would get shrimp with lobster sauce and he would order Mo Goo Guy Pen, chicken with vegetables.
A gorgeous clear day here with highs in the upper 70s.
October 26, 2014 at 3:05 pm
Bob,
I never shop on a Sunday just because I take it as a leisurely day. Massachusetts held on for a long time before resigning the blue laws. People used to go to New Hampshire, and that was one of the reasons for opening stores here. My father liked football and hockey. He thought baseball was boring.
Sunday dinner was always the best meal of the week. We had some sort of a roast, mashed potatoes, a couple of veggies and gravy. My mother like shrimp with oyster sauce. I didn’t like the sauce in the Mo Goo.
It sounds like a great day!
October 26, 2014 at 5:06 pm
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October 26, 2014 at 5:30 pm
MDH,
You saw quite the game today!
October 26, 2014 at 6:26 pm
Kat, not too shabby
And thank you for thrashing Chicago
October 26, 2014 at 6:41 pm
MDH,
You are welcome. Mr. Brady was perfect!
October 26, 2014 at 6:51 pm
Hi Kat,
I somehow got the idea that we were changing clocks this weekend. Fortunately, I didn’t believe me and checked my computer and the television first. 🙂
Sunday was a weird day for us growing up. My father was a firefighter. He worked shifts that rotated every three days. Three days on days, three days on nights, three days off. So we might have Sunday with sleeping dad, no dad or day-off dad. What we did depended on which dad. But there was always Sunday dinner, either early or late.
After my father died and my brothers got married and had kids, my mother and I would do Sunday dinner for the extended family. That was fun with the little kid in the highchair tossing food to my dog underneath the table. They are all grown up and scattered around now. I kind of miss those Sunday dinners.
Today started cloudy, got sunny, rained and then got windy and sunny. Changeable is the word, I guess.
I did pick up walnuts yesterday. More fell today. I think I shall wait until they have all fallen off before I pick up any more.
Enjoy the evening.
October 26, 2014 at 7:09 pm
Hi Caryn,
I remember reading it was Nov 1 and that stuck in my head as it is a friend’s birthday.
My dad was always home on the weekends. On Sunday he was an usher at the church, but that was it for the day. He was a mashed potato guy so we always had it for dinner. I didn’t mind as I love mashed potatoes even now.
When I went to visit my parents for the weekend, my dad would usually take me out to eat. That was always fun. We had favorite places like the Mont Vernon in Somerville with its twin lobster. The whole family was generally together for Christmas dinner except for my sister in Colorado though she and her whole family came here one Christmas. That was just so much fun. She and I made the same cookies, the ones we always had as kids.That was funny.
No rain here but the afternoon was cloudy.
Do you use the walnuts? It must be neat using your own tree’s nuts.
Have a great evening!
October 27, 2014 at 9:23 am
No, I don’t use them. I leave them for the spawns and whatever else out there can manage to get them open. Black walnuts are hell to open. The best way is to spread them out in the driveway and run over them with the jeep a few times.
October 27, 2014 at 9:30 am
The company my dad ran had all sorts of sand blasting equipment and whatever you call the stuff which does the actual sandblasting. Walnut shells were one of those.
October 26, 2014 at 7:27 pm
It is a quiet Sunday today. While I was growing up we also had the blue laws. I think most Sundays, at dawn were depressing at some time in my life– it meant returning to school. In the summer, Sundays were just like any other day.
I’m still in pain, lounging and reading in bed.
Waving,
Lori and the Crew
October 26, 2014 at 7:41 pm
Lori,
We had the blue laws longer than most places. The first change was they allow stores to open at noon in the weeks prior to Christmas. That opened the flood gate and soon enough almost all blue laws were changed. Right now the remnant is liquor stores can’t sell until noon time.
Fell better!!!