“You ever take a nap so good that you thought you missed the school bus. But it’s Sunday… and you’re 32. “
The clouds and the sun are taking turns. The weatherman calls that partly cloudy. I’ve always wondered why it isn’t partly sunny. Anyway, it is a warm morning, in the 40’s. The air is so still the dead leaves aren’t even moving. The dogs haven’t come in for their morning naps. Henry has been running in and out and insistently barking at the front door. I checked to see why. I didn’t see anything or anyone, but I figure Henry did.
Today is dump day, and I have a uke concert at the mall. I’ve already brought out the trash. It sits by the trunk ready for loading. I’ll stop at the dump before I leave for Hyannis and the concert.
When I was a kid, Sunday was sacrosanct. Most stores were closed. The only ones open were one corner store, the red store, and Dunkin’ Donuts. In front of the church, a guy sold papers every Sunday. He had a wheeled, gray wooden storage sort of wagon for his papers. He used to keep it under the church stairs the rest of the week. On Sundays he’d fill the wagon and roll it to the front of the church. There was always a line.
When I lived in Ghana, Sunday was different than any other day. Most people went to church dressed in their finest. I remember being in Accra and going to the cathedral for Sunday mass, more out of curiosity than fervency. It was within walking distance of the hostel. I only went that one time. At my school in Bolga, we always had a service of sorts in the dining hall on Sundays. The students all wore their Sunday clothes made from traditional cloth. Each class had a different pattern for their dresses so you knew what year they were. My students were second years. On Sundays after the service, students were allowed to dress in mufti, have visitors and even have photographers come to take pictures. Many students went into town, the only day they could.
As for us, Sunday was traditional food day. We used to buy fufu or t-zed and soup at the lorry park. We always ate together every evening and every Sunday afternoon outside, usually on the Sandford side of the backyard.
Sunday for me now is generally a quiet day. When it is warm, I sit on the deck drinking my coffee and reading the papers. Sometimes I even make a Sunday dinner. Usually I take a nap, a long nap.
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February 19, 2023 at 11:54 am
As is the way of Mrs MDH and me, we went to Mass last night, always likely to be in the deep shadow of the events at MSU
The time for the homily arrived and our Priest stood up and said No Guns. It was a heartfelt and thoughtful sermon and was stunning. Half of the congregation applauded and the other half did not. No one walked out.
On my way out I thanked him.
February 19, 2023 at 3:26 pm
Unfortunately, the Supreme Court has decided that the Second amendment to the Constitution is interpreted to mean anyone has the right to carry guns without any restrictions. When we keep electing Republicans to the Presidency and the Senate, they appoint right wing judges and Justices who believe that any gun safety regulations would restrict and impede that right, regardless of the numbers of mass shootings. On the other hand, a woman no longer has the constitutional right to do what she thinks is best for her own body. Elections have consequences.
February 19, 2023 at 5:54 pm
And so it sits firmly in the hands of the new generations of voters to make their voices heard
February 19, 2023 at 8:18 pm
Biden has appointed 105 federal judges, more than Trump or Obama had at this point. The problem is the Supreme Court given the numbers appointed by Trump. We are stuck there for a while. The direction many in this country are headed is Friday frightening.
February 19, 2023 at 8:12 pm
My Dear Hedley,
When I was a senior in college, I had an off campus apartment. I decided to attend the local church rather than the church on campus, further away. During the sermon, the priest began talking about the anti-war movement and all the protests. He pretty much attacked it all as unpatriotic and more. I got up and started to leave. He actually asked me why. I just kept walking.