Sundays are a mixed bag at our house. Occasionally we commit to taking the whole day off where we work out and read but often we are getting (unpleasant) stuff done. Because we share a clinic, and a life, and the only 'time off' we have is Saturday afternoon and Sunday, it means many of our decisions and important life stuff must happen on Sunday. This lifestyle has led me to contemplate the true meaning of the Sabbath as a day of rest and how, if that guideline was followed, one would be able to face pretty much anything in the coming week. I know we create our own reality and I often scratch my head about some of our routines (many of which are a result of working together in a small town).
I love what you and Ann have going for your Sundays, well done!
Thanks Donna. I can tell you for sure that it didn’t happen when we were both working a lot. And it definitely doesn’t happen without intention. I protect it fiercely 💪🏻
My Sundays? Having breakfast at the yacht club overlooking the Gulf of Siam; driving back to Bangkok to be with the cats and maybe cooking something special. Looking at Substacks Of a Sober Mind, Department of Salad, Cosmographia. Reading book of the week.
What a sweet peek into your day. Sounds like you two have your priorities completely aligned.
My sundays? There’s not much difference between days of the week right now.
Back ‘in the day’ (pre health smoosh) it was always a day of no rushing for me. No chores, no rushing, no hurrying, no stress. It would be the day I’d cook a whole chicken, or roast beast, or make a whole batch of spaghetti sauce from scratch. That was the one chore of the day.. to make the starter meal which created the trickle down meals for the week 😋
There is nothing better then starting the Sabbath with a homemade stack of fluffy pancakes smothered in butter and real maple syrup! My favorite comfort food since I was a child. 😋 🥞 Bless you Dee!
During my years when I worked in Muslim cultures, Sunday was always the first day of the business week and always left me feeling discombobulated. I sleep in on Sunday mornings and will not go to work. If at all possible, I’d leave those countries before the weekend, because I’m way too old and set in my ways to change. Even when I was much younger, I was too old and set in my ways.
Being single the past few years I still get caught up w/Sunday to do stuff since I work a fair amount of Sat @ my biz & I get a case of the “shoulds” at times that make it hard to chill out (or I let myself spend TOO much time scrolling online incl this app). Thankfully I don’t have nearly the Sun scaries as I did when I had a high pressure sales job for 22+ years. As the years went on I medicated more and more on Sundays as a result which just made Mon AM that much more brutal (we were expected @ the office around 0600). Thankfully I haven’t been medicating for almost 6 years (this time). I was definitely better about getting out & about on a typical Sunday when had a wingwoman partner in crime🙄. Great shot of the pooches showing us how to relax!
So much here…I make Sunday dinner or have family over for dinner. I finish laundry and read, write, and what not. My hubby and I spend quiet time together too. Growing up it was a family day but I’ve only recently intentionally made it such again. Since semiretirement I have a new found love of days with no set schedule, of which Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday are as my days off from my job. It’s excellent to be reminded of the mental health benefits of meandering.🙏🫠
For me, Sundays are another key on the piano or a different rhythm on my drum. A day in a vibrant pattern that twirls and spirals! It hasn’t always been that way!
Sundays, more than any other day, hold a unique identity. Notice people don't wax poetic about Tuesdays? Like you, my Sundays changed over the years. As a kid, Sundays were a cycle of The Three Stooges on TV in the morning, followed by the Eagles game on TV (or my dad taking me fishing or shopping for comic books in the off-season), capped off in mid afternoon by my Italian mom serving us a massive meal of meatballs, sausage, rigatoni, and what our family called gravy. Now Sundays are different. Every other Sunday I'm working my two server jobs, including a pancake joint not unlike yours, though I go into a 90 minute diabetic coma immediately following any time I splurge on a stack (it's worth it). But Sundays like today I'm spending with my kids. We rest and laugh and sometimes go to church. It's always a blessing no matter the weather--both in life and nature.
Great question, Dee. One of the great things about getting older is the absence of the Sunday dreads. I had them big time when I was in middle and high school. Not so much in college because I didn't go to classes very often. And then throughput my twenties and I think at least part of my thirties when work made me nervous.
Now there's little difference between a Sunday and another day because I'm in control of my schedule.
Sundays are a mixed bag at our house. Occasionally we commit to taking the whole day off where we work out and read but often we are getting (unpleasant) stuff done. Because we share a clinic, and a life, and the only 'time off' we have is Saturday afternoon and Sunday, it means many of our decisions and important life stuff must happen on Sunday. This lifestyle has led me to contemplate the true meaning of the Sabbath as a day of rest and how, if that guideline was followed, one would be able to face pretty much anything in the coming week. I know we create our own reality and I often scratch my head about some of our routines (many of which are a result of working together in a small town).
I love what you and Ann have going for your Sundays, well done!
Thanks Donna. I can tell you for sure that it didn’t happen when we were both working a lot. And it definitely doesn’t happen without intention. I protect it fiercely 💪🏻
That offers me hope for the future! Thanks for sharing your lovely routine.
My Sundays? Having breakfast at the yacht club overlooking the Gulf of Siam; driving back to Bangkok to be with the cats and maybe cooking something special. Looking at Substacks Of a Sober Mind, Department of Salad, Cosmographia. Reading book of the week.
Thanks for including me in your Sunday reading! I’m honored.
What a sweet peek into your day. Sounds like you two have your priorities completely aligned.
My sundays? There’s not much difference between days of the week right now.
Back ‘in the day’ (pre health smoosh) it was always a day of no rushing for me. No chores, no rushing, no hurrying, no stress. It would be the day I’d cook a whole chicken, or roast beast, or make a whole batch of spaghetti sauce from scratch. That was the one chore of the day.. to make the starter meal which created the trickle down meals for the week 😋
No rushing. Such a simple and wonderful guiding philosophy for a Sunday 🙏
There is nothing better then starting the Sabbath with a homemade stack of fluffy pancakes smothered in butter and real maple syrup! My favorite comfort food since I was a child. 😋 🥞 Bless you Dee!
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Great stomachs think alike ❤️🙏
Thank you Queen.
My pleasure! 💖🥞😋
During my years when I worked in Muslim cultures, Sunday was always the first day of the business week and always left me feeling discombobulated. I sleep in on Sunday mornings and will not go to work. If at all possible, I’d leave those countries before the weekend, because I’m way too old and set in my ways to change. Even when I was much younger, I was too old and set in my ways.
Some habits die harder than others. Some never die 👏👏
Being single the past few years I still get caught up w/Sunday to do stuff since I work a fair amount of Sat @ my biz & I get a case of the “shoulds” at times that make it hard to chill out (or I let myself spend TOO much time scrolling online incl this app). Thankfully I don’t have nearly the Sun scaries as I did when I had a high pressure sales job for 22+ years. As the years went on I medicated more and more on Sundays as a result which just made Mon AM that much more brutal (we were expected @ the office around 0600). Thankfully I haven’t been medicating for almost 6 years (this time). I was definitely better about getting out & about on a typical Sunday when had a wingwoman partner in crime🙄. Great shot of the pooches showing us how to relax!
Ooh I remember those Mondays after a day of Sunday medicating 🙄
Peace to you Chris 🙏
I tell ya, brother, I have always had a challenging relationship with Sundays. To be honest, I still haven't fully worked it out yet LOL
Great piece and great snaps, always enjoy your lighter side... :-)
Thank you my friend. There’s still time 🙏☺️
So much here…I make Sunday dinner or have family over for dinner. I finish laundry and read, write, and what not. My hubby and I spend quiet time together too. Growing up it was a family day but I’ve only recently intentionally made it such again. Since semiretirement I have a new found love of days with no set schedule, of which Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday are as my days off from my job. It’s excellent to be reminded of the mental health benefits of meandering.🙏🫠
Thx for reading Cori 🙏
For me, Sundays are another key on the piano or a different rhythm on my drum. A day in a vibrant pattern that twirls and spirals! It hasn’t always been that way!
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Sundays, more than any other day, hold a unique identity. Notice people don't wax poetic about Tuesdays? Like you, my Sundays changed over the years. As a kid, Sundays were a cycle of The Three Stooges on TV in the morning, followed by the Eagles game on TV (or my dad taking me fishing or shopping for comic books in the off-season), capped off in mid afternoon by my Italian mom serving us a massive meal of meatballs, sausage, rigatoni, and what our family called gravy. Now Sundays are different. Every other Sunday I'm working my two server jobs, including a pancake joint not unlike yours, though I go into a 90 minute diabetic coma immediately following any time I splurge on a stack (it's worth it). But Sundays like today I'm spending with my kids. We rest and laugh and sometimes go to church. It's always a blessing no matter the weather--both in life and nature.
Love it Phil. Sounds like a wonderful way to spend the day. Thanks for reading👊
Great question, Dee. One of the great things about getting older is the absence of the Sunday dreads. I had them big time when I was in middle and high school. Not so much in college because I didn't go to classes very often. And then throughput my twenties and I think at least part of my thirties when work made me nervous.
Now there's little difference between a Sunday and another day because I'm in control of my schedule.
💯 David. Thanks for reading. The Sunday dreads are a real thing for sure.maybe an essay?