I’m a lucky woman!
My perfect Sundays usual happen in September.
Waking up to a lovely Autumn morning (about 58 degrees) at my camp site in the woods. My granddaughter waking up with me waiting out on the bench for hot chocolate. Watching the sun rise through the trees as the birds sing us a happy day tune.
A little later, Kat and I go to the local flea market. We bring Ollie (our Jack Russell). He yelps with excitement as we pull in. He loves this social time among local friends who know him by name. The “book guy” is my favorite stop and Katherine enjoys the “toy people”.
We end up back at camp and Katherine and family leave for home. I stay and take photographs of nature and enjoy the quiet as my husband cuts some wood. If I’m lucky,the NY Giants will have the 4:00pm game and we have a while to get home. (Our camp is only 35 minutes from our home.)
I’ll help Ed stack some wood and then we’ll sit and have one beer. Most often, we don’t even converse. Just to sit and observe our little piece of heaven is enough. I cannot say enough about the hard physical work that Ed put into that place! I don’t think any modern man knows what a day’s work is compared to Ed’s measure.
Finally, we pack for home and I make a nice meal. A pork roast was my family’s favorite Sunday meal. Then it’s football time!
My daughter and I just love that game. (She’s a 49ers fan but I love her any way.)
A phone call from my father is an occasional delight during a commercial in the game. “Did you see that play? ” “Boy, did they get robbed!”
The rest of the day is couch time with Ollie and Ed.
Yup, I have lots of perfect Sundays that start and end in a similar fashion…
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Hi Susan my dear long distance friend. You and your family really are fortunate that you all have the same intensity for football, and camping out at your hideaway, and finishing the afternoon with the great dinner and game. I’m glad you also still have your Dad to share your football moments with.
Hugs all around, and have a bite of that roast for me, too.