I mean, really. What's nicer than a day where you can kick back, relax and be lazy without a trace of guilt? You can go to church and worship God, come home and gorge yourself on a "way too big" Sunday lunch and then veg all afternoon while complaining about you much you stuffed yourself at lunch.
Unless you live at our house, then you're lucky to get a good Sunday lunch. It's more likely to be leftovers or some other simple food stuff. Today, for instance, we are having Chicken Barley Soup. It's a new recipe and because I'm lazy, I tweaked it and threw it all in the crockpot and am hoping for the best. Because, I will just say it on here and be done with it--I really hate waiting for my lunch when I get home from church. One test of a good Sunday lunch is that it must be ready to be put on the table in 15 minutes or less from the time one arrives home. Along, with the soup, we may have some yummy Miller's Potato Salad and maybe some cheese curds too.
But, I digress.... Back to the gratefulness aspect. Other good things about Sunday: D is home from work for the whole day. We can just hang out and not feel like we should be doing household chores or cleaning up the garage or whatever else is needing attention at the moment.
We can have company for lunch if we like or we can not have company for lunch if we like. I'm not very good at the company thing--I resolve that someday I will get better at it, but right now I have a pretty good excuse. At least one, I'm going to milk for all it's worth anyway.
I already mentioned the going to church and worshiping, but it's also a time to catch up with friends and do some socializing, unless you come from my family tree and then you can find the after church banter a little hard to follow sometimes. I'm not sure what happened to my family, but I think, at least 4 out of the 5 of us siblings, would way rather leave church pretty much pronto after the service is over rather than stand around making small talk. Now, I won't deny it; sometimes I can do a great job of it, but other times it feels stale and stilted. And what did we do? We married somebody just the opposite. Once, not that long ago, D went to church by himself. His comment? "I could stay and visit as long as I wanted to." "I'm sorry dear. I try to be patient, I really do." And please, don't think you can't talk to me after church. I don't mind at all carrying a conversation or listening to a conversation; I just can be at a complete loss sometimes for how to start a conversation. Anyway, enough about that.
What are you grateful for on this Sunday?