In the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
My Sunday don’t vary much and is designed by me to be relaxing. It starts with a late wake up where I finally grab my glasses and Amelia wanders up from the end of the bed to lick my face. She really likes her head to be scratched.
Speed ahead 30 minutes and I am in the library, watching CBS Sunday Morning, sipping a cup o’ joe, and catching up on the Internet places like Hotmail, Facebook, and some choice blogs. Amelia is a sleep at my feet. Walking her every morning benefits both of us.
Life’s little pleasures are appreciated even more if most of the week is about work, chores, and other activities. I do tend to keep a busy schedule and even schedule long overdue special projects for the weekends. But I refuse to give up my Sundays to any of this stuff.
Lunch time will bring the family together for lunch at our favorite place. Food, drink, and kids, this is a special time. I usually give each grandchild a dollar and then dutifully follow them around as they make the often hard thought out purchases. Suzy and Josie spend the time talking while the rest of us wander the mall.
The day will end with Suzy and me sharing some of our favorite TV shows that we recorded earlier in the week; Survivor, Castle, and the Mentalist for example. I often wonder if I will enjoy weekends as much when I retire and don’t have work to go to Monday. Does the threat of work make Sunday that much more delicious. I should ask my retired sister.