“What did you do yesterday,” she asked me.
“Got up at a reasonable hour, walked down to the mail box, ate lunch and
dinner, took a short nap, wrote a little, and after dinner watched three
episodes of West Wing,” I answered.
“What did you do this morning,” I asked me.
Sunday mornings we curl up together on the bed and watch two TV shows. There’s Willie Geist on channel seven, and CBS
Sunday Mornings with the trumpet fanfare on channel eight. Midway through all this, we eat a
muffin. Heaven. Then we go back to holding hands.
This has been the only ritualistic thing we’ve done during this time of
Pandemic on the other days of the week.
I often sleep in. He gets up
early. We do eat about the same times
every day, but on Sunday’s it isn’t a very big meal. It’s amazing how full one muffin with butter
can make you.
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- Himself: Is willing to go to the grocery store.
- Myself: Wanted to go look at mattresses. He’s unwilling to go out. Couldn't remember how to delete a photo.
- Reading: Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s diary and letters from 1947….
- Photo: Cormorants on BSR just off the Sunset Cliffs.
- Gratitude’s: That I have a whole library here in the house that I can read.
your rituals sound sweet. So important. I need to work on rituals. I do not resonate with them, but will try.
ReplyDeleteThose sound like sound rituals to me. Love that photo, amazing.
ReplyDeleteThat is a great photo! Love that cliff! It’s not red!
ReplyDeleteA sweet way to start the morning.
ReplyDeleteNice routine, especially Sunday morning.
ReplyDeleteI like Sunday mornings.
ReplyDeleteI’m still forgetting what day of the week it is. Every day is Sunday to me now.
ReplyDeleteYour computer will tell you.
DeleteSounds like a reasonable. schedule to me give the situation.
ReplyDeleteSuch simple pleasures... Hugs to you both.
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