Category Archives: sunday

tangled cord.

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not us, but what we might look like if we were minions,

as we share a similar level of excitement about being at the movies

how fun to meet my friend

at 10am at the theater

like skipping school

on a sunday morning

attending the church of film

i bought a coffee

snuck in my breakfast bar

as we walked in

i saw an older couple

and reacted by saying,

“wow, there are other people here!”

their response was to just stare ahead

we continued on to our seats

 5 or 6 more people arrived

while we waited for the movie to start

my friend and i caught up

 we started bonding with the others near us

talking about how good we all hoped movie would be

how it was funny we were all at such an early movie

talking about the trailers

someone noticed

 there was no audio during the movie trailers

thinking it would be taken care of

by the time the film started

we were all in our comfortable recliners

with our snacks, chatting, and feeling a bit decadent

when we realized the audio may never happen

the manager walked in

telling us there was an issue with the sound

something technical…

(try unplugging and plugging it in?))

 no one to fix it at 10am on a sunday morning

how quickly the air was let out of our giddy balloon

we lined up still chatting as she refunded us

some walked out with a sunday breakfast of popcorn and drinks

 plans suddenly turned

but it was fun while it lasted

and we’ll be back.

“just a single cord is enough to be tangled”

-munia kahn

 

image credit: universal pictures

news to me.

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my doormat without a sunday paper on it.

my very kind paper man

told me to just text him if i was ever missing a paper

 he would drive over to deliver it

i love the sunday paper and especially the crossword

love throwing open my door on a sunday morning

the paper patiently waiting for me on my door mat

love opening it

with a fresh cup of steaming coffee

and diving in

but alas

the day came

when it wasn’t there

 i sent a gentle text to my paper man

saying there was no sunday paper waiting for me today

 he very quickly responded to say –

that is because today is saturday.

ah, i thought.

en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Sunday

Sunday is the day of the week between Saturday and Monday.

Sunday is a day of rest in most Western countries, and a part of the weekend.

“time flows in strange ways on sundays.” 

haruki murakami

sunday in october.

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sunday in october

the farmer, in the pride of  sea-worn acres,

showed me his honey mill, the honey-gate.

late afternoon was busy on the land,

the sun was a warm gauzy providence.

the honey mill, the honey-gate. and then,

near by, the bees. they came in from the fields,

the sun behind them, from the fields and trees,

like soft banners, waving from the sea.

he told me of their thousands, their ways,

of pounds of honey in the homely apiaries.

the stores were almost full, in autumn air,

against the coming chill, and the long cold.

he was about ready to rob them now,

the combs. he’d leave them just enough to keep them.

I thought it a rather subtle point point he made,

wishing providence would be as sure of us.

-richard eberhart

 

 

image credit: danny1970