“Oh dear sunday, I want to sleep in your arms and have fun day.”

Today is as predicted, cloudy, chilly and damp. A strong breeze is making it feel chillier. I had to shut the window in here, less because of the breeze and more for the pollen. The phone was covered with the yellowish dust as were most of the other surfaces. My handy sweatshirt sleeve was a great duster.

Not much is happening. My life is quiet. Today I’m hoping the weather will keep the crowds away from the garden shop. I want to get my front garden perennials, the plant for the step and my hanging deck plant. The rest I’ll get later in the week when I know my factotum is coming.

Summer mornings are my favorite times of the day. The air is cool. The birds are singing. I sit on the deck with my coffee and papers. Birds fly over my head on their way to the feeders. I often put down the paper and just sit and listen. It is the most delightful way to start the day.

When I was a kid, summer was casual. On Saturday my dad did his errands and lawn work. We’d go to the drive-in on Saturday night a couple of times a month. I remember my dad handing out the candy and popcorn he’d brought. We never went to the concession stand. Other Saturday nights my dad barbecued hot dogs and burgers.

On Sunday was always church in the morning. Sometimes we’d go to the beach right after church. That was a process. My mother had to make the sandwiches, pack them, cookies and fruit in the basket then fill the thermos with bug juice and gather the blanket, towels and tee- shirts for us so we wouldn’t get too sun burned. My father packed the car. It was a long ride.

Many Sundays we stayed home. My mother didn’t cook a Sunday dinner because the kitchen would get far too hot; instead, I’d grab a sandwich and some chips if there were any left. My sandwich was usually bologna and yellow cheese with mustard and hot peppers on white bread or Scali bread. For some unknown reason I stayed closer to home on Sundays. Seldom did I go bike riding. That was always on Saturdays when I’d ride all over town.

My Sundays now have no set pattern. I like that. I can do or not do.

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6 Comments on ““Oh dear sunday, I want to sleep in your arms and have fun day.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    The day continued much the same way, slightly cooler than yesterday and with a strong and cool breeze and I really enjoyed it 🙂

    I just came to think of that I haven’t been sitting on my kitchen stairs drinking a cup of coffee or tea yet this year! Well I would have had to fight with Nova to get that spot and she loves to sleep there in the sunshine. Summer has just started so I have plenty of time to do it later.

    I can’t remember if we went to the beach on any special day, I think we just went if the weather was nice enough. Later on when I could drive myself I could go there after work. The bus that took me to work actually had its end station at the beach so if I didn’t have a car I could just continue to the beach if I wanted to 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      Today got uglier. It is dark and rainy. I have shut the windows as I am already tired of the pollen dust.

      My cats loved the sunshine. Maddie still lies by the door in the sun. My dogs find the sun too hot. Gracie would sleep under the deck in a hole she’d made. I don’t know about Henry yet.

      We generally went to the same beach all the time. The water was cold but we got to swim in the tidal pools. The beach was beautiful.

      Have a wonderful evening!

  2. Bob Says:

    My memories of the beach as a kid in NYC were not fond at all. We had to take a train and a bus to get there and get home. Having sand in my food and in my crotch while riding home while covered with dried salt from the sea water was no fun at all. Then having to survive the sunburn made a day at the beach miserable. Give me a nice clean pool with an air conditioner near by any day of the week.

    Sunday during the school year my father bowled in a league and my sister and I would watch him or play arcade games. They s gave my mother a break. Afterwards we would have lunch and play in our rooms while my dad did his work left from the previous week. We always went out for dinner and watched Ed Sullivan on TV.

    Yet another clear warm afternoon. It’s only 93 degrees and humid. It might tomorrow 97. Give me my TV, a cool drink and my iPad any day of the week.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      The beach we went to was beautiful with white sand. You had to drive to get there as it was a distance from my house. I loved the beach. I don’t ever remember sand on other than my feet which my father washed off before we got into the car. My mother protected the basket against sand by giving us the food so we wouldn’t rummage.

      Sundays here had few things open when I was a kid, the famous Blue Laws. I don’t remember during much as a family on Sundays except the beach and once in a while a museum. We did go out to eat once in a while but it was expensive for 6 people. I remember we went out at least one night when my father was on vacation.

      Only 93?


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