I love Sundays. I always have. I don’t know why.
Growing up the Sunday routine was always as follows: get up, go to church, come home and get changed. We always had our main meal at noon on Sunday, prepared by Grandmom. It always was (at least as far as I can remember) some kind of pasta and I think salad. She made the best Pasta Fagioli in the world, as well as homemade Ravioli. Sigh. I cannot find another replacement for them.
Sunday afternoon’s were spent either finishing homework; which was rare since I usually did homework Friday right after school so I had the weekend to myself; or reading. I would curl up on the sofa in the den. Dad inevitably had football, baseball or golf on TV and was shouting his coaching directions to “his team.” Or telling the ref how blind he was. You guys know the drill!
I can’t tell you how many times when there was a good putt or a touchdown, he would yell in great joy throwing his hands in the air in glee and I would jump 20 feet in the air, not noticing what was going on around me since I had been transported to other worlds through my book.
I honest can’t remember what we did for “dinner” during the traditional five o’clock hour. Perhaps when Mother reads this blog she can fill us in via the comment box. Mother, you’re turn!
I have maintained that Sunday tradition through out my life. I generally do not cook a big family meal on Sunday’s, claiming it as my “day off from work” especially when I was a SAHM. We eat heavily at the lunch hour and nibble our way till bed time. Alas, now I do homework on Sunday afternoons since my Friday’s are taken up with another writing project and other days with cleaning, food shopping, work, etc. But that’s okay. I still manage to enjoy reading something even if it is only the comics in the newspaper.
The last few months, though, I have found myself very sleepy by mid-afternoon. Frankly, by the time I get home from church, usually around noon, I am absolutely exhausted. Thus sitting down to do homework, which generally requires a lot of reading, finds me drifting off to sleep in a short amount of time. And those naps are not just “little” ones. I drop off to sleep and I am down for the count! I’m finding that I kind of like the napping “thing.” I may have to keep that as a permanent fixture!
What are your favorite memories of Sunday afternoons? Have you carried any of those favorites into your current Sunday afternoons?
A good week to you all dear readers!