by Musings by Marilyn
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I'm baking a loaf of bread (a Sunday ritual) then I'll take the dog out and run him in the snow.
Summer Sunday's are different, but winter Sundays? Wide open. Editor's Note: There you go Rick,, the perfect Sunday. Thanks for the comment.
Editor's Note: See --Deep, exactly what I am saying... I truly love Sundays.. it is a day of rest.
Sunny afternoons that make me
I remember children
from Spanky and Our Gang... Editor's Note: Thanks Little John, enjoyed your memories... truly is what Sundays are about...
Editor's Note: Moe,,, I remember it well.... and thanks for the comment... real meat, white paper, string.... no additives..... wow
Since we have lived in China, I have missed watching football. Actually, I miss all football here - College on Saturdays, NFL Sunday, and Monday night.
We do go to church every week, and I usually put on a roast or something good in the crock pot to cook while we are away. Then, if there are people traveling and away from home over Sunday, we like to invite them over to enjoy a "home-cooked" meal. We have had the privilege to sup with incredible people from around the globe - America (North and South) to Asia, Europe to Africa, and Australia. Editor's Note: thanks for comment Cameron - living in China must be really different. And yes Sundays are a great relaxation day....
# 1. 2/26/12 11:38 AM by Rick G
I don't mean to offend the church goers, but Sunday is the only day that is wide open for me. Sleep late, nap, read, go out, do nothing, do anything - its a freebie. It's 11:33 and I'm still in my pajamas. I got the newspaper that way. I'm on my 4th cup of coffee.
# 2. 2/26/12 12:30 PM by deep water
Sunday is...my first day off, a chance to sleep late, to do as I please, be it football, baseball or lounging eventually in the hammock- reading and sleeping. simply a day to be care free, and relax and enjoy the home and animals.
# 3. 2/26/12 3:19 PM by little john - Mt.Morris,N.Y.
I remember Sunday Mornings. A day of rest in childhood on the farm. A day of recovery and reflection after Saturday nights in my early adulthood. A day for thanksgiving as a father and husband. Now, I reflect back on all those weeks of Sundays, that will always be a part of me and how I did some good things in this my life. Thanks for the inspiration.
Feel so warm inside
Feeding flocks of pigeons
I remember sunshine
# 4. 2/26/12 8:56 PM by Moe - Bethel, Alaska
Now this brought back memories of that big Sunday feast, every Sunday. After church, we six kids would gather round the dining room table, (not kitchen table) w/ Mom and Dad and dig into roast beef, or pork loin, or something else wonderful from the BUTCHER SHOP on Water St. in Rochester, (Katz Meat Market) where my grandfather worked as a butcher. Real meat wrapped in a white paper w/ string, not plastic and a styrofoam tray. Prior to the meal, I'd help Mom in the kitchen, and that's where I learned how to cook. Later, in highschool, Sunday meant turning to weekend homework around 8:00 PM, (Oh the joys of procrastination!)
# 5. 2/29/12 10:49 PM by Cameron L. De Vries - Shanghai, China
I have always loved to find at least a little time on Sunday to sleep.