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August 14, 2009
Nothing Like a Sunday
C’mon sleepyhead, wake up . . . pour yourself another cup of
coffee . . . kick back . . . it’s Sunday!
Ah, yes, Sunday.
Sunday is a day of rest, unless, of course, you're a husband.
Then it could be a day of non-stop “honey-do’s,” right guys?
How are you going to relax today? By mowing the lawn?
Painting the house? Weeding the garden?
Yup, Sunday, the last day of the weekend. Or, if you are one
of those people who works Saturdays, the only day of the weekend.
Good old Sunday.
Did you get out of bed at sunup last Sunday? Or did you go to
bed at sunup after a fun night on the town? You say you’ve got a bit of a
hangover, pal? Try a little uncola laced with salt. A buddy of mine swears
by it.
Sunday . . . Sunday . . . Sunday . . .
As I see it, Sunday is to the rest of the week what a nice
cool rain is to a prolonged spell of hot weather. Or, as football announcers
would say, “It’s a break in the action.”
Maybe you’ve noticed how Sunday is good for lots of things.
If you’re lucky you can sleep late on Sunday. Or, “get up
with the chickens” – as my mother used to say – to do a little fishing. You
can nap on your hammock in the back yard or take the kids swimming or cook a
steak on the grill.
If you like, you can spend your Sunday afternoon doing all of
the things you vowed you’d never do again when you sat in church on Sunday
morning.
Ah, yes, Sunday.
Monday’s clean cars are made that way on Sundays. Sunday is a
day when real estate salespeople have “open houses.” Banks and liquor stores
and post offices are closed on Sunday. But lots of people still have to work
on Sunday, including police officers, cab drivers, service station
attendants and priests.
Sunday or not, farmers still have to milk their cows.
Firefighters don’t ask “what day is it?” when there’s a Sunday fire
somewhere.
Yup, Sunday.
Sunday’s a good day to lie about your golf score. Or get lost
in a discount store. Or just kick back and drink a beer or two in your own
backyard.
Ah, yes, Sunday. A once-a-week phenomenon . . . as American
as apple pie . . . every man and woman being entitled to the right of life,
liberty and the option of doing any darned thing he or she wants to do on
Sunday. Amen.
There's one more thing.
Just in case you’ve forgotten, the day after Sunday is Monday
and we all know how bad Mondays can be.
So, c’mon, folks. Wake up . . . smell the roses . . . pour
yourself another cup of coffee . . . kick back . . . enjoy.
Contact Bob at
bbatz@woh.rr.com
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