A Really Good Sunday
Finally, a weekend in which nothing expensive broke, the weather was good and life for the most part made sense.
Up at 9:30 (how did I sleep so long again? Ah, we watched The Express until after midnight. I loved the biopic about Ernie Davis and the brief appearance of the actor portraying Al Mallette, a colleague of mine at the Star Gazette in the 1960s who discovered Davis).
Coffee. A Pipe. Play with the dogs on a brisk but beautiful Sunday morning. Breakfast, then over to Sam’s Club. I bought six ink cartridges for Leigh’s printers, toilet paper, paper towels, two cans of Folgers, a 40-pound bag Purina dog food, and two frying chickens.
My knees felt wobbly when the register rang up $277!
What the hell are we coming to here, folks? My cart was not quite full–eight items!– nearly 300 bucks!
Came home, made a couple concrete plaques for Leigh’s garden areas, checked my garden, my spot of peace, serenity and ongoing battles with weeds and mint.
Spent the afternoon sealing the deck while listening to various podcasts on my iPod. Put the chicken on the spit and fired up the grill, took my shirt off and basked in the sun while sealing a hundred deck spindles.
We’re slaves to our deck, lawn, gardens, patios and house, but then, we created them. We have a responsibility to maintain them and keep them healthy.
I hope God feels the same way about us. I’m pretty sure he does. I hope he has a chance to relax and enjoy the beautiful days, too.
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