Long weekends are the best. Sunday mornings are the best part. I've written before about my affection for Sunday mornings. Forgive me as I gush a bit more about my love for them. This morning has found me with my constant companion, a sleeping white cat that is snuggled on the ottoman before me, close enough to keep an eye on me, but far enough as to not interfere with my typing. My beloved is tucked into bed, a cool breeze from our open window forcing him to wrap in our cotton summer blanket. I'm watching CBS News Sunday Morning, my idea of NPR on tv. I just watched a piece about Arlington National Cemetery and I don't think I can write about it without crying. . . I was so moved and so affected by it.
I'm watching the morning pass in the form of changing shadows sprawled across our living room floor. I am contemplating walking into the kitchen for some of those strawberries we found yesterday. I'm wondering if I can make some mango tea without waking up Cynical. But I can't just yet because I've been waiting for a segment about Karen Allen (remember her from the Indiana Jones movies and "Animals House"). Who would have thought she'd spent the last 27 years as a knitwear designer. You knew I couldn't resist that one.
Love Sunday mornings.
Asparagus at the local orchard.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Sunday mornings
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3 comments:
I agree about Sunday mornings. We're still in our pj's.
You write about it so beautifully. It's almost as if I were were kitty observing your Sunday serenity right next to you.
I knew there was a reason we hit it off-- Sunday Morning is the best! I haven't had a chance to see this week's yet since we just got back yesterday afternoon (it's season passed on the DVR). I'm feeling REALLY dumb for not figuring out that THAT Karen Allen was THAT Karen Allen.
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