“I believe I see what the week is for:  it is to give time to rest up from the weariness of Sunday. “

Today will be almost tropical with a high of 38˚. The sky is a brilliant blue. The sun is winter bright. When I went to get the paper, the glint of the sun on the snow was so bright I couldn’t see for a bit. Everything is frozen again. My windshield has a layer of what is now hard-packed snow. The rest of the windows are clear. Later, I’ll tackle the windshield.

When I was a kid, Sunday was my least favorite day. I had to go to mass. Usually I walked. Because I had to wear a skirt or a dress, it was a cold walk even if I was layered and wearing knee socks. The warmth of the church after the cold was welcomed. Before mass, the church was mostly a quiet place. People whispered. The pews creaked when people moved. I could hear the hiss of the radiators. When the mass started, the priest’s voice was loud. People muttered their responses. I could barely wait for the priest to say, “The mass is over. Go in peace.” I sprinted for the door.

I always enjoyed Sunday dinner. We ate it together. I knew they’d be mashed potatoes, a couple of veggies, gravy and a roast of some sort. It was our fanciest dinner of the week.

The dog barking on TV put Henry on alert. He is now barking a warning. I don’t think the dog heard him. Henry had another milestone yesterday. He always licks my hands, but yesterday he gave my cheek a lick, a first. Also, Henry now comes in the dog door all the time. I have Nala to thank for that.

Speaking of the dog door, the other day the dogs perfectly executed a comedy movie bit. They both tried to go out the door at the same time and they were stuck for a few seconds until Henry broke free.

Nala has an accurate internal alarm. Today she woke me up at eight. Yesterday and the day before, it was 8:04 exactly on both days. She is not gentle about waking me. She whacks me a few times. This morning she even whacked the barrier. That’s when I figured she really needed out. I let both dogs out and went back to bed, but I was done sleeping.

Today I will do my laundry. I’m tired of the laundry basket in the hall. It has been weeks.

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6 Comments on ““I believe I see what the week is for:  it is to give time to rest up from the weariness of Sunday. “”

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    On Sundays we always went out for dinner. Sometimes it was Chinese and sometimes it was Italian. Although we lived in Texas, I don’t ever remember eating Mexican food. When I went to NYC to live with my aunt and uncle, it was Chinese or Delicatessen. Both my mother and my aunt decided that they would never cook on Sundays.

    The sun was out with a clear blue sky and a high temperature close to 60°. We did our usual Sunday late lunch of Chinese food. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      In the summer we often went to the beach on Sundays. My favorite food my mother made was pepper and egg. We ate it in rolls. I still love it. When I was a kid, out to dinner was infrequent because of the cost, but when we were adults, we went out often especially when I visited for the weekend. Also, they’d be take out, Chinese and seafood.

      It is cold. I just threw more deicer on the back steps where the dogs go out. They were wet from the sun thawing the snow and have already started freezing and are slick.

      We are in the middle of a freeze.

      • Bob Says:

        Okay, describe, “Pepper and Egg”? I’ve heard of deviled eggs, egg salad, but never what you called Pepper and Egg.

      • katry Says:

        It is fried peppers and onions folded into scrambled eggs with a couple of dollops of marinara sauce added. My mother got the recipe from my aunt, and she got it from her Italian mother-in-law.

      • Bob Says:

        Sounds good. My father used to make lox, eggs and onions. Scrambled eggs with lox and onions. Your mother’s recipe sounds better.

      • katry Says:

        Peppers and egg has been a picnic staple since I as a kid. It is tasty.


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