Ah, Sunday. The best and the worst day of the week. The top half of Sunday is heaven while the bottom half is hectic and synonymous of Monday -- uugh, the worst day of the week.
I like my Sunday mornings. I'm the first up which I enjoy because it's usually peaceful except when the neighbours' gardener comes to mow the lawn. But I get up between 6:30 and 7:00 a.m. and I make breakfast and sit down to a very quiet meal, much like J.Lo in The Wedding Planner. After breakfast, I get to spend a good two or three hours at the computer before anyone else is even remotely awake and that's the good part. Then I go watch CBS Sunday Morning, depending on what they're bringing. If it's interesting, I watch, if not, I go back to the computer or to reading the newspaper. Yes, that's the life.
Sunday afternoon now is a different matter because that's when time rushes on and it seems I'll never get everything ready for work Monday and I never do. My sister would come for me to do her hair. I ponder doing my nails (usually I don't) and ironing (ha! haven't done that in a while) or finishing up some piece of work I brought home (sometimes I do). If it's my day to cook, I'm so exhausted that I don't do anything else but watch TV or lie on the bed and wish my legs to stop hurting. That aside, I would give up no other day for Sunday.
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Sunday morning
My favourite time of the week is Sunday morning. I like waking early and puttering around the house alone, fixing breakfast and eating in peace while I watch whatever I want on TV or fool around on the Internet. It's the best time.
Jo's in St. Kitts and via BB she's sending messages about where she's going and what she sees. Since she left on Thursday, I must have gotten a hundred or more messages and I have a fairly good idea of the places she's gone and the things she's seeing, unless she's making it all up. Still, that has me thinking of how different it is now with cell phones and computers. Years ago I would have to rely on a letter or a phone call. Mostly, it was the phone call because even prior to the burst of technology, letters were fast becoming obsolete. Now, everything's instant and immediate and there's less mystery. While it can be overwhelming, it's also good for security as it reduces the worry of knowing where anyone is at any one time. This, of course, while calming to the nerves, reduces privacy greatly. In this modern technological world, there's little privacy if any at all for persons such as those, who spend their lives on Facebook. But, for now, I'm grateful for BB messages as it keeps the worry at bay....for now.
Jo's in St. Kitts and via BB she's sending messages about where she's going and what she sees. Since she left on Thursday, I must have gotten a hundred or more messages and I have a fairly good idea of the places she's gone and the things she's seeing, unless she's making it all up. Still, that has me thinking of how different it is now with cell phones and computers. Years ago I would have to rely on a letter or a phone call. Mostly, it was the phone call because even prior to the burst of technology, letters were fast becoming obsolete. Now, everything's instant and immediate and there's less mystery. While it can be overwhelming, it's also good for security as it reduces the worry of knowing where anyone is at any one time. This, of course, while calming to the nerves, reduces privacy greatly. In this modern technological world, there's little privacy if any at all for persons such as those, who spend their lives on Facebook. But, for now, I'm grateful for BB messages as it keeps the worry at bay....for now.
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