Last night it finally rained. It also got really cool, down to the mid 60's. I snuggled under the spread to keep warm. It was a wonderful feeling to be cold. This morning it has stayed in the 60's. Right now it is 68°, but the high should be around 73° or 74°. The sun is wonderfully bright and is framed by a blue sky. Today is a lovely day.
I always think of Sundays as quiet days. That started when I was a kid. We had mass in the morning and a family dinner around 2 so we mostly hung around the house. I can still see my father sitting in the comfy chair by the picture window reading the paper. He always brought it home after mass. Every Sunday there was a small gray wooden wagon on the sidewalk below the church steps loaded with newspapers. It carried The Globe, The Herald and The Record American. A guy wearing a canvas change belt sold the Sunday papers. My father always bought The Record American, a bit of a tabloid. I only read the funnies.
My favorite Sunday dinner was roast beef with gravy, mashed potatoes and a veggie or two, maybe peas and carrots. My mother used to cook the roast with sliced onions on the top for added flavor. I always snatched one before the roast was sliced. I do the same thing with the onions if I cook roast beef. The only difference is I get to eat all the onions.
My father loved homegrown tomatoes. He'd slice one, put it on a plate then add a huge dollop, even a bit of a hill, of mayo for spreading on the slices. If I were visiting for the weekend, I'd surprise him with tomatoes from a local stand in front of someone's house. He'd always bring the plate into the living room and watch TV while munching. He did love his snacks.
I have no plans for today, but my dance card is filled for the rest of the week. I have uke practice, a lesson and three shows. The music for the week is The Beach Boys.
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