Hello!
Happy Sunday to You All!
And a splendid day it was - is - for it goes on - at least for a couple more hours.
My, my, my, what a busy Sunday it’s been!
I have been run off my feet from dusk till dawn! (Well, I think I was quite busy in my dreams…)
And then I woke up!
And there was laundry!
Somewhere along the line, I decided that Sunday was the only day on which I could do laundry (have I yet mentioned my OCD? It’s mild - but it is a thread that runs through the fabric of all I say and do and should be noted, for it will often provide the clue to what it is I’m getting at - I think…). You see, it came to my attention some time ago that in bygone eras, Monday, was the day on which the laundry was done - reason being that all the ‘Great Houses’ would be occupied, full up, on the weekends and therefore, laundry would be done of a Monday. I initiated this very thing in my schedule, leaving my own Sunday free to pursue whatever my heart desired - such a treat! There was, however, a fly in this particular ointment. It turned out that my own Mondays were very, very busy - and adding laundry to the mix just seemed to be overtaxing an already overtaxed soul. Yes, yes - I know - I made up the schedule - but sometimes outside influences insert themselves and remain rigidly fixed and will not be budged - but more than that - I do not have staff - I am the staff! And ‘the staff’ was busy on Mondays doing other things - like Italian lessons - and major workouts at the gym - and- well - you get the idea. Another day had to be chosen for the doing of laundry. Sunday seemed ideal since I was perfectly free and wasn’t doing a thing on that day. Then, this morning, Sunday rolls around and then next thing you know, I’ve got my arms up to the elbows in suds and the washboard is getting a workout a day earlier than expected. Here is a picture of the results:
I’ve just lain everything out to dry. Once I had a good head start on that, I knew it was time to get busy and start baking cookies! But first, I needed to make a trip to the new Loblaw’s to buy a few things for dinner - like the chicken I was planning on cooking up! Oh, there were to be potatoes and carrots and onions and to top it all off, I’d made a fresh cranberry sauce shortly after getting up this morning - for it was Sunday, and I had nothing to do but relax - all - day - long! Earlier, I’d thought about making a ‘quick’ stop in the gym for a bit of cardio - but realized that, with all the relaxing I was doing, I wouldn’t have time - oh, well - there’s always tomorrow! I ran to the store and bought a chicken, potatoes, onions (I already had carrots), milk, a package of cookable pudding (just in case), and a bottle of Vitamin B Complex - for some reason, I’ve been feeling a little tired. I then race home to continue the laundry and begin baking the biscotti that I’d promised I would make. This is how they turned out:
Once I’d got the baking done and had finished sorting, folding, and putting away the laundry, I was able to begin the preparations for the casual Sunday supper on this, most special, Family Day Holiday weekend - for it was Sunday, and I was free to just relax! I peeled the garlic, peeled and cut up onions, sliced potatoes, dressed and trussed the chicken, slathered them all with olive oil (after refilling the container), seasoned them all in a roasting pan and finally got the whole thing in the oven - ah! How wonderful it is to kick back and relax on a Sunday! When the chicken was done, the results were every bit as wonderful as I’d expected them to be, given the fact that I had no pressure placed upon me on this, the 7th Day, the day of rest - a day on which I could just sail gently along on whatever breeze happened to catch my open sails - and this was the result of that gentle zephyr blowing through this laziest of Sundays:
As easy as pie! That is how I would describe this entire Sunday - free from the regular hubbub that fills my usual, week days which are so busy, busy, busy!
Okay.
So.
Maybe some of the photos don’t ‘exactly’ reflect what I’m describing - so - sue me.
So, maybe that's not a chicken; perhaps it's a turkey.
It’s been a long week.
I’m tired.
It’s possible that I ‘may’ have substituted pictures taken prior to the events laid out in the above narrative.
Like I said - sue me.
Do you really think I have to time to hang around taking pictures of every last thing I do - on Sunday - my one day off!?
What!?
Are you crazy!?
Like, I’m not busy enough on my day off - that now I should be taking pictures or everything I do at the same time!?
Why, the nerve! The very nerve!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Sorry!
I seemed to have slid slightly off the rails for a moment - I think I was supposed to be talking about the beauty of this
“Most amazing day - for the leaping greenly spirit of trees, and a true blue dream of sky, and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is, yes!”
And thank you e. e. cummings for intervening on our behave and turning schlock into poetry.
And Good Night.
No comments:
Post a Comment