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I procrastinate a great deal by reading sports news and by putting surveys on the facebook. But seriously, I read the sports news, and then I read a book (it's the best day of the week to read!) and water the plants, maybe take a walk down to the poisoned well. I used to LOVE to go out to breakfast, but since all the yuppies have moved to Mount Erie, you can't even get into a Sunday breakfast spot anymore without a reservation. Lately I've been staying home on Sunday, but it's starting to feel oppressive.
ReplyDeleteSince I am not a creature of habit, I never do the same thing on Sundays. Today, a Sunday, I am working: all day and all night. Last Sunday I went for a bike ride and ate at a Pakistani restaurant and then I worked.
ReplyDeleteOver the past year, I have been in the habit of meeting my mom, sister, and niece, often at my mom's house. We eat something and then later I do whatever.
A few years ago I used to teach on Sunday nights, too. So there again, working.
I, Mary Jo, woke at 4:30, went to the bathroom, then into the kids room, to close their blinds so they sleep later. Guido woke at 5 am, went to the bathroom, made coffee, got dressed, rode his bike to work. He works as a cook at Willy Street Co-op, in Madison, WI where we live. Eva, woke at 7, we nursed. Then went downstairs. I made and had coffee, she had a toasted bagel, toasted by me. I put laundry on our new spinning wheels that have
ReplyDeletebeen converted into clothes hangers. Then Seymour woke at 8. We nursed. Then I made him rice cereal. Eva and I talked we'll eating again what we still had her bagel, her one half, me the other.
Seymour in his swing with toy, Eva made art, glue and paper. I loaded the dishwasher. Nursed Seymour to nap. Next thing you know it is 10 am. Emile wakes, yes late, nice. I fixed him some cereal. Too much milk mom. We get hats and shoes on, Seymour in the front carrier. We all walk to a neighbors about three blocks away. Bity, my sister's cat follows us the whole way. We pick black top rasberries near the railroad tracks. Walk home. Talk to a neighbor. Eat some of Gretta's Pie cherry's from the tree. Yum. Eva and Emile smashed the berries they picked to make fruit leather. Experiment. I put Seymour down. It's 12:30. Megan wakes up. I make fried rice. Cut veggies add chicken that has been in the fridge two days in some sauce Guido made. Cook. Seymour wakes. We all eat. I put more laundry out. Sweep. Read a book to Eva. Kiss Emile. Nurse Eva. Nurse Seymour. It's 2 o clock. Guido home. I put away laundry. Then ride to work. Now at work. I clean. Home, dinner. Then my sister Megan will wathc the three kids, while Guido and I go on a date. That was our sunday for June 28th
Today, I, anonymous person, never do the same thing on a Sunday. Sunday is my whatever-I-feel-like-doing day. Today I stayed in bed as long as possible, read a trashy book, made coffee, looked at the internet, went out for lunch, drove around in my car, stopped at the beach, came home and messed in the garden, made a snack, looked at the internet (doing that now), and will later listen to old time radio shows on the public radio station.
ReplyDeletemy sundays are generally pretty structured, actually, which is kind of sad.
ReplyDeleteFirst I usually take either both of my kids, if they're staying with me, or just my daughter, if they're not, to Atheist Church on the far side of town. My daughter likes it a lot more than my son, so that's why he doesn't go when he doesn't have to.
After that, the afternoon is generally free for various activities -- lately it's usually been something having to do with tending my vegetable garden and flowerbeds.
If the kids are staying with me that weekend, we may find some other things to do, and then at 5:30 I have to take them back to their mom's house. If they're not staying with me that weekend, then I'll find other things to do -- various art projects, cleaning or working on the house, catching up on email, or finding or making something to eat with my friend.
Then usually around 8 pm I have band practice until around 10, after which I may come home and either go to bed, or maybe stay up really late in an altered mental state and do more artwork, and try to delay the coming of Monday morning as long as possible.
I've always thought the Velvet Underground's song, "Sunday Morning" was one of the most accurate musical representations of a day of the week ever. The Mamas & Papas' "Monday, Monday" is pretty good too, though. But so many others just don't really seem to actually have much to do with trying to describe a day: Ruby Tuesday, Saturday's Child, Friday On My Mind (well, maybe that one kinda does..). I can't even think of a Wednesday or Thursday song -- those must be the most generic days of the week..
well this sunday i tried to become a follower of this blog,,but when the prompter asked 4 my email password, i set to entering in as many passwords as i could think of might be mine,,no luck yet..it is nice outside,,and the cherries are turning ripe,,so maybe more video games today
ReplyDeleteWhen I lived in Milwaukee I'd often go out to breakfast on the early side with a friend, if I was lucky I would eat Huevos Rancheros, or there was this greek diner that would make scrambled eggs with feta cheese, tomatoes, and a side of greek rice.
ReplyDeleteThen I moved to Chicago. Sundays I would stick my nose out the door around 1pm and see if I could smell the million breakfast burritos being consumed. Indeed the whole North side of Chicago usually smells like a breakfast burrito at 1pm on a Sunday.
In New York City I worked at a real estate office on Sundays, when the major open houses take place and when most people do their looking. I would take the G train or my car to Cobble Hill and work from 10-5, usually eat a gourmet deli sandwich, then come home and watch Lidia's Italy (my favorite cooking show) on PBS.
Now I am unemployed and pregnant in New Mexico. Everyday feels like Sunday. Unclear if this is a good or bad thing.
Worked on the photos from my recent Utah trip. Listen to Ian Masters on KPFK. Out to lunch with Camille and Amani. A tyoical Sunday.
ReplyDeleteI do laundry on Sunday so I will have clean clothes to wear to work for the week. I watch Sunday morning without Charles Kuralt and pet my dogs. I usually have a cocktail and play Mafia Wars on facebook.
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