Sunday, Sometimes

My best hatSunday is a day of rest, sometimes. Not this one, hubby had to be at work at 5:00 a.m. instead of 7. But only working six hours he didn’t need a full lunch, just a snack. Fruit & homemade trail mix. Of course breakfast as usual too. So like every other day of the week it’s the routine of getting him off to work, just a couple hours early though.

He’s working seven days a week right now.   Sunday’s, sometimes, he’ll get a day off. Not this week and we won’t know about next week until Thursday. That is when the company determines if production goals for the week are likely to be met and what the weekend schedule will be if they do have to work. It’s hard to make plans in advance when you are given such short notice.

I don’t have a regular laundry day. If I don’t get it done during the week then it has to be done before the next week gets started. Usually I’ll try to get that done on Saturday, but Sunday, sometimes, is when I get around to it. That is how it’s going this week. I goofed off and indulged myself yesterday so today is catch up day.

This morning is a beautiful day, so far. It’s warm but not blistering hot. Sitting on the front porch in the shade of the oak tree in the front yard with a gentle breeze is pleasant. Sometimes on Sunday my husband and I will sit outside in the early morning drinking coffee and talking, but not today. I’m sitting alone writing this while my next load of clothes is washing. I’m already on my third cup of coffee too. We did have about half an hour at 3:30-4 this morning to drink coffe together and chat before I had to get to work preparing his food before going to work. Definitely not enough time but better than nothing.

There is a little farmers market that sets up on a vacant lot downtown in our little community in Sunday mornings during the summertime.  They are there from late May until late September.  I like to go get a few things there on Sunday, sometimes. I went this morning for a little bit. I like getting their organic veggies and local raw honey. One lady has eggs, butter, ghee,and she makes pastries, jams, jellys, pickled peppers, dried herbs and elderberry juice among other things. I love shopping local, helping our local farmers and getting things I can be sure are natural and organic. I do miss the lady who use be there in prior years with breads and other baked goods. Her cinnamon pecan rolls were the best. But she’s got a catering business and I think it grew so much she just doesn’t have time for the market anymore. I do miss her on Sunday, sometimes, especially when my mouth waters for her cinnamon pecan rolls.

Sundays, sometimes, I write an impromptu blog post like this. Today is one of those Sundays.

Blessings, Always!

Grandma Peachy



About grandmapeachy

I am a retired grandmother and amateur quilter. Generally I do not discuss religion and politics with people other than my family and even then I do more listening than talking. Because I dislike confrontation this blog is a way for me to express opinions that I hold on these and other issues without having to delve into controversial discussions with others who may not agree with me. I am also an avid supporter of indie authors. There are a lot of great books that are not available through traditional publishing and I believe that these stories need to be brought to the attention of the reading public.
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