”It was Sunday — not a day, but rather a gap between two other days.”
The sun is shining. It is a pretty morning which belies the forecast of rain this afternoon into tomorrow. I’m fine with the rain. It is about time.
I saw it, the spawn. Earlier it was hanging upside down at one of the feeders. I wished I had a sling shot and an accurate eye. It was yesterday when I knew for certain that a spawn or many spawns were at the feeders. When I went out in the afternoon, I saw one of the clay pots had fallen to the deck and was broken. I saved the flower and repotted it. I’m going out on the deck later which will keep the spawn at bay.
Sunday has always been my least favorite day. It is quiet by design. When I was a kid, it meant mass and a family dinner, the best part of the day. It meant hanging around the house, no exploring, no biking, no wandering. There were only two exceptions to those usual Sundays. We’d go to East Boston to visit my grandparents, and we’d go to the beach, always after mass. Sunday dinner became beach food like sandwiches, chips, pepper and egg, bug juice and cookies, usually Oreos. We’d spend the day there. I can still remember leaving the beach to go home. We had to stick our feet in a bucket to get the sand off then jump into the car with clean feet. My father wasn’t big on sand in the car.
The very first presidential election when I was old enough to vote was in 1968. I voted for Hubert Humphrey. I couldn’t bring myself to vote for Nixon. Much later, during the Watergate hearing, I was in Washington. Hubert Humphrey walked by, and he kindly stopped and signed the book I was reading, the Foundation Trilogy by Isaac Asimov. I still have that book.
My dance card for the week is filled with uke: two concerts, practice and a lesson. That’s it.
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July 28, 2024 at 2:32 pm
Hi Kat,
Today is partly cloudy or sunny depending on your point of view. Today’s high is predicted to hit 95°.
Sundays started out with my father reading the newspaper, usually in the bathroom while smoking cigarettes. I think he did it to get some peace and quiet away from the rest of the family. I remember him bowling in a B’nai B’rith men’s league on Sunday mornings.
Afterwards, we would usually just hang around the house until it was time to go out to dinner. Both my mother and later, her sister, my aunt whom we lived with, decided Sundays were their day off from cooking. We always went out to eat. In Dallas we either did Chinese or Italian. When my sister and I moved to New York, after my mother’s passing, we did Chinese, Italian, or kosher style delicatessen.
The first kosher style delicatessen to open in Dallas was a place called, Phil’s. Phil Miller, his wife Sarah, and their adult son Lennie, moved from the Bronx to open and work a deli. One time we came for dinner and Sarah Miller was crying to my mother that Phil had once again run off to Las Vegas with a waitress and the checkbook. This scene repeated itself annually during all the years we ate at their establishment. Both Phil and Sarah were in their 60s or 70s. 🙂
July 28, 2024 at 8:20 pm
Hi Bob,
We have had rain on and off since the late afternoon. It is now 67°.
Outside the church a guy always sold newspapers so my father would bring home the Sunday paper. I got the comics. He would sit in the easy chair and read the paper. He’d watch football in the winter from that same chair.
Sunday dinner was the special meal of the week. We always had a roast. My favorite was corn beef. We had to have mashed potatoes as they were my father’s favorites. A couple of vegetables rounds out the meal.
When I was older and living on my own, I’d visit for the weekend. We always went out to eat on Saturday night. My father’s favorite place had a twin lobster special. My mother ordered lazy man’s lobster or shrimp. I went with the twin lobster.
I’ve never been to a kosher deli. I have t ever heard of one around here.
July 29, 2024 at 8:36 am
A Kosher deli, is one where they only serve Kosher meats. A Kosher style deli, is a Jewish style deli, but they don’t observe all ofthe Kosher laws that are set forth in the Talmud.
July 29, 2024 at 9:41 pm
Bob,
Around here we have Italian delis.
Thanks for the info about Jewish delis.