Sundays Are My Favorite Day of Rest and Relaxation

Sundays Are My Favorite Day of Rest and Relaxation


Sundays Are My Favorite Day of Rest and Relaxation…


Some might call me old-fashioned, but I don’t do much on Sundays.  When I was a young man I was taught to rest on Sunday and I still do to this day.  I don’t clean the garage.  I don’t straighten the house.  I don’t clean my car.  I rest.

I also like to be quiet around the house so my neighbors can also rest.  My favorite neighbor is the guy who decides Sunday is the best day to operate every piece of noisy equipment he owns.  Mowers, weed eaters, backpack blowers are typically the main tools of offense.  For me those jobs are to be done on Saturday to allow for a day of reflection, family time and recharging batteries for Monday.

Oh and did I mention said neighbor usually begins at 7 am?  Lovely.

Maybe today I’ll read a little?  Or maybe watch some NBA basketball?  Or even golf?  We might even go for a stroll in the park with Bentley.

But work?  Not today.

I hope everyone out in the blogiverse has a peaceful Sunday with family.



19 thoughts on “Sundays Are My Favorite Day of Rest and Relaxation

  1. I’m not big on television, so I don’t spend time doing that. Sunday is my favorite day of the week though. It’s the day my family get together and have brunch. It’s kind of odd now that Mom has gone home but we still share the meal.

  2. I dislike those kinds of neighbors. Lol
    I like to have nothing scheduled for a Sunday and then see where the day takes us. If we end up lounging at home and nothing else, I enjoy that too 😊

    1. I wonder about “weed eater at 7 am Sunday morning guy”. Does he intend on being an a-hole or is he oblivious? One day I’m going to walk out in my robe with my coffee and ask. lol

  3. Errrands run on Saturday but the funny thing is sunday for us is adventure day not rest day. But in our adventures for photographs of peace and wildlife we actually find rest

      1. That is true! My husband is not a lounger so if I can keep him out of working in the yard I will. We go for long walks for hours or go on trips around to the state parks to look for birds and by doing that we create an internal rest. One day I will get him to actually physically rest

  4. I love Sunday because that’s my day for me…I call it spa day and it’s not at all what you would think. During the week, it’s shower, hair, styled(blow dry, & flat iron) Make-up blah, blah, blah. But on Sunday it’s a no make-up day, Y A Y. I let my hair dry naturally no styling or hair products and I just chill. It’s heaven and the husband is such a sweet heart, he still thinks I’m his beauty…I live in a the Chicago area. (I’m originally from the south side of Chicago) I don’t know how to put it, but you get the picture. Let’s just say where I live now well it’s nothing like the south side of Chicago. But I’ll always remember where I came from and it was a lot simpler. Sometimes simple is good…Happy end to Sunday. Have a great week 🙂

      1. Thanks Mr. Danny…The husband got home safely and I love when he gets back safely. When I was a young married, I went out one Saturday in February to get my hair done for a wedding. The next thing I know, I was waking up in a hospital and it was the end of March. My sister (who was a nurse at the hospital I was in) was standing over my bed. I was confused and I said, “Where am I at? What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” She told me that I had been in a very bad car accident and I have been in coma since the accident …about 2 months. I hate when people leave. I’m a little afraid of it being the last time I see them. That was in 1981 so it’s been awhile but I know that when your parents said, “You don’t know how fast things can change, be happy you are alive,” I get it. A heartbeat, a blink of an eye. The husband was in the car in back of me and saw the entire accident. He learned that lesson right along beside me. I think that’s why we have such a great marriage. We know how lucky we are to have each other and we never go to bed mad or leave w/o saying, “I love you.” Thanks for stopping by 😉

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