Sunday, December 12, 2010

A month of Sundays

The Holiday season has arrived and in a blink of your eye, it will be 2011.  Where does the time go?

People are readying themselves for the giving blitz that is December...and as I look outside my window the sun is bright without a cloud in the sky.  The wind is balmy (coming from the South West according to my national weather advisor Dennis) and it hardly feels cooler then 70.  Yes, it is 70 in the shade (I just looked up at the thermometer) Amazing.  There are Christmas lights on houses and holiday music on the radio but no sign of the ticking off of the days toward Winter, at least not to me, sitting here on the warm balcony.  I'm really liking this living down south.

Recently this past week I had to wear a jacket to work and some of my neighbors were scrapping their windshields in the morning. It was 40 degrees.  Shocking.   Already I am cold beyond words at 40.

Its another Sunday morning.  As anyone who reads this blog will already know, this is my favorite day of the week.  Its the lazy day, the big breakfast day.  Its the first and last morning I get all to myself.  Expect today there was no big breakfast due to the fact that we have been so busy this week our cupboard is literally bare.  I was able to scrape coffee together and Dennis ate cereal.  Somehow it doesn't feel like the Sunday I know and love.  Although I can hear the smooth Jazz coming from the other room so it must be Sunday morning.

Even our dog Anna knows the difference when its Sunday morning.  She spends the morning moving from the sunny spot on the front balcony to the shade inside the house to cool off.  She doesn't demand her walk at 7 AM like she does every other day.  Anna can feel the laziness in the air.

It never ceases to amaze me how dogs just know.  They know when you are too busy to take them for a long walk, they know when you are leaving and its not the normal time to go. They understand your mood and your pain.  They even seem to respond to the feelings between people in the house.  If Dennis and I are calm and happy, Anna is laying in the middle of the floor.  If Dennis and I are late and rushing around, Anna is standing watching us, looking stressed out.  Funny how she can't speak the same language but she always knows what we are saying.

That's another thing I love about Sundays.  Time slows down enough for me to watch and notice the little bits of my life, like how Anna acts in relation to us.  I wouldn't have time to reflect on that on any other day.  I could do with a month of Sundays.  One right after the other.  No requirements, no deadlines, no postal service or bank service, no one expecting anything of you. Just time to watch the dog, feel the sun on your skin and make special breakfast (if your cupboard isn't bare)

How would you spend a month of Sundays?