Last night was close the windows chilly. Today is also chilly and it’s overcast. Inside the house feels cooler than outside. I’m even wearing a sweatshirt. A little sun would help the day immeasurably.

As Sunday was the day of the week which never had much going on, we developed a Sunday frame of mind. For us, Sunday  meant dressing for church, walking to mass, coming home and changing then hanging around until the family dinner, the highlight of the day. After dinner, the afternoon was pretty much spent so we could never wander. We’d watch TV or play a few games. It was an early to bed night with school the next day. Sunday was boring.

Even though all the stores are now open and Sunday is much the same as the rest of the week, I still have that same Sunday frame of mind. I don’t do much on Sundays. I go out to breakfast then spend a leisurely morning reading the papers. I call my sister. In the afternoons, I watch TV, sometimes a game, sometimes a movie. Every now and then I even make a big dinner, usually a roast chicken. When I worked, I went to bed early. It was a school night.

It’s strange what we carry with us all our lives. I always changed out of my school clothes when I got home from work, even when I was an administrator. I swear I could hear my mother telling me to put on my play clothes. I’ve always thought of Saturday as the fun day and Sunday as the  somber day. Until I went into the Peace Corps, we still had Sunday family dinners, and when I lived on my own, my mother always cooked a special Sunday meal when I visited, usually a roast. I don’t shop and I still stay close to home on Sundays. It just feels right somehow.