“My favorite meal would have to be good old-fashioned eggs, over easy, with bacon. Many others, but you can’t beat that on a Sunday morning, especially with a cup of tea.”
It’s cold again today. The high will be 51˚. The nights are still in the mid to high 30’s. The sun was here for a bit then the clouds came in and the sun was covered, but the day is still light.
When I was a kid, I either went to the early mass with my dad, the usher, or I walked to mass later in the morning. If it was a lucky Sunday, my aunt would be at the later mass, see me and invite me to the Stoneham Spa for a lime ricky. The spa was uptown. It was old and looked like the malt shops on TV. It had wooden booths with all sorts of names carved on the tables, faded signs on the walls highlighting some of the menu items and stools at the counter. It had been a hangout even during my mother’s high school days. I don’t remember when it closed down, but I know it was before I was in high school or we would have been there.
If I didn’t see my aunt, I’d trudge home after mass to spend the most boring day of the week in the house. We didn’t go anywhere to play or roam on Sunday because we had to be there for the big Sunday dinner. It was usually the only time in the week we had roast beef so it wasn’t all that bad being stuck in the house waiting for dinner. I’d read the comics, the only part of the paper I cared about, or watch the Sunday movie. Sometimes we’d go visit my grandparents after dinner, but mostly we just stayed around the house. On Sunday nights we went to bed earlier than usual. My mother gave us the excuse, which we never believed, that because we had been up late on Friday and Saturday nights we needed to go early to get our rest for school on Monday. We used to argue and plead but to no avail. I think my displeasure was evidenced by my feet pounding each step as I went upstairs, but I was usually wearing slippers so the noise wasn’t bad enough for my father to yell.
Sundays haven’t really changed much. They are still mostly boring. Now I read all of the papers, but I still start with comics. Old, ingrained habits seldom die. I don’t cook a big meal for myself but I like Sunday breakfast. That comes from when I’d visit my parents, and my dad always made me my Sunday breakfast. He’d cook eggs, anyway I wanted them, bacon and toast. Mostly I liked them sunny-side up. That’s what I make for myself, but he never broke the yolks. I sometimes do.
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April 26, 2015 at 12:50 pm
Hi Kat,
Sunday is dull. Even in retirement it’s dull. I’ve probably mentioned this before but Douglas Adams wrote a book titled The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul. When I saw the title I knew immediately what he meant. Sunday afternoon at 4 o’clock. The dullest time of the weekend.
When I was a kid I had to share the Sunday funnies with my brothers who were not the fastest readers on the planet. As a result, I always read each comic three times as I was waiting for them to catch up. Even though my paper now comes electronically, I still read the funnies first.
Today’s breakfast was a slice of havarti dill cheese topped with blistered asparagus spears, eggs sunny side up and bacon. It was accompanied by English muffins and a tall iced caramel cinnamon coffee.
The electronic church bells went off just now and Rocky and Piki Dog had a nice howl along. The weather is cool and cloudy and ominously still.
Enjoy the day.
April 26, 2015 at 8:51 pm
Hi Caryn,
You are so right except for my Sunday nights: game night. We have appies and play games then watch the DVR of The Amazing Race and have dessert. It has been our Sunday evening for a long time, and I look forward to it every week.
I too read the funnies first. During the week I just go through from front to back. The funnies are in the middle.
Your breakfast sounds delicious!
We had a cool day until around 2 when it felt warmer than it had in the morning. I think the breeze had settled down a bit.
Hope yours was a great day!
April 26, 2015 at 2:06 pm
The only thing I’ve never liked about Sundays is that Mondays comes right after 🙂 Otherwise it was just like Saturdays but earlier to bed.
Today has been rather nice, the wind did destroy it slightly because it was unpleasant cold. But I have been out for most of the day. Mowing the lawn is easy this time of year so I didn’t mind that.
I’ve just made a spaghetti sauce to die for 🙂 I’ll have that and some kind of pasta to work this week but it is so delicious that I’ve already eaten a lot of it 🙂 🙂 I never know what I put in to it so I’ll never be able to make it the same way again 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
April 26, 2015 at 9:15 pm
Christer,
I hated Sunday nights because they were the closest time to Monday. When I was little I minded less, but when it meant a new work week, I wasn’t so happy.
It was cold and breezy today. Tonight, though, is warmer than the last few nights.
I do love making different sorts of spaghetti sauces and freezing some for later. I am the same-I put in this and that and seldom can replicate what I’ve made.
Enjoy the day tomorrow despite work!
April 26, 2015 at 9:16 pm
The big game changer since you and I were kids is the NFL and the repeal of the blue laws. Now Sunday can look like Saturday did fifty years ago.
April 26, 2015 at 9:18 pm
You’re right, Bob. Massachusetts held on a long time but then the law was eroded until it disappeared entirely. They won’t sell alcohol until noon but that’s all that’s left.
April 26, 2015 at 11:02 pm
Kat,
Sitting here in laughter. Mom gave us the same excuse about needing rest for Monday mornings after our wild and crazy weekend. I shuffled off reluctantly. Sadly no stairs to stomp.
April 26, 2015 at 11:58 pm
t,
The stomping was never successful. I didn’t get a changed bedtime, and I didn’t drive my mother or father crazy.
Sometimes I hid my over the headboard lamp under the covers and read. It was my bit of rebellion.
April 27, 2015 at 9:43 am
I used a flashlight.
April 27, 2015 at 10:52 am
t,
I used that plastic light, and it sometimes melted under the covers from the heat. My mother could never understand how.
April 27, 2015 at 10:06 am
My mom always worked for as far back as I can remember so Sunday mornings were always special at our house because that was the day mom would fix a grand breakfast. We always looked forward to that Sunday morning breakfast. Our family never had the ‘big’ Sunday dinner.
These days Sundays just seem to fold into the week with no real significance at all. Admittedly however, I do seem to enjoy daytime television quite a bit more on the weekends due to seemingly more variety. I’m not much for the weekly daytime television routine. 🙁
April 27, 2015 at 10:55 am
Alan,
We had just regular Sunday breakfasts until I was living on my own and went to visit. My dad always wanted Sunday morning special so I understand that breakfast your mother made. I think if we had a grand breakfast we wouldn’t have had Sunday dinner either.
I seldom watch weekday TV either except maybe to watch the DVR’ed programs I have. I think Saturday night is the worst TV night of them all. Saturday day has all those bad syfy movies and sometimes some great B&W on TCM. I watched Wake Island this last Saturday.