I can imagine a variety of perfect Sundays. In the first, I’m making my way through the Washington Post, reading the Style section and considering each and every coupon. Even though I don’t drink it, there’s coffee brewing in the kitchen. Breakfast will involve eggs and at least two forms of bacon. There is no plan for the rest of the day, but I do know that it doesn’t involve grocery shopping or anything remotely resembling errand running. There are Netflix movies on the entertainment center and the ingredients for at least two different new meals in the kitchen. We did everything ahead of time, in anticipation of the comfort of having nowhere else to be. If we decide it works, we may head to a museum exhibit or catch a Caps game in Chinatown. There are no plans on the calendar, no work on the laptop, no demands on our time.
In the second I’m up by 9:00. It’s a shower rather than a bath day, as brunch is in Virginia or NW at 10:30. Reservations have been made. There are at least six of us, some of whom don’t know one another all that well. The table gets coffee and mimosas and I start with a Diet Coke with extra ice. The conversation is inclusive and lively; this group prefers to argue the merits of different televisions shows rather than the latest Hill news. We laugh loudly, and on second rounds I order a glass of champagne. We linger longer than the server prefers. This is a group that will tip accordingly, however, and all pay more than their share. This is one of the many reasons many are invited back: brunch with this group is easy. The early afternoon is spent wandering through local shops, trying on boutique sunglasses much too large for a wee face, picking up the basics at stores you only visit monthly, all courtesy of a great early morning parking space and a refed meter.
Yet another involves just me, at home, lingering in a clean bed. I have a good book, one I’ve just started, bought on recommendation. I alternate between reading and watching those things on television that I don’t catch during the week. I pamper. I prune in a lavender bath and remove nail polish that should have been shown the door weeks ago. I slice a lemon for my Diet Coke while waiting for a deep conditioner to do its work. I read blogs and eventually get lost in a maze of Googling that starts with the Wikipedia page for Lolita and somehow ends with coin purses on Etsy. Before the end of the day, I will have lotioned 98 percent of my body for the first time in weeks, had a long conversation with a friend, and returned most of the personal email about which I am much too neglectful. I’ll choose an outfit for the first day back at work. And I’ll be struck when the clock reads 7 pm, wondering just where the day went.
I can’t decide just how I’ll spend this Sunday. You?
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My perfect Sunday would be a mix of all three that you describe. I’ll take lounging in clean sheets with a book, coffee brewing in the kitchen, then maybe a stroll past some favorite but not-often-frequented shops. If only the dog could walk himself.
I just poached an egg, so I’m feeling a little bit high on myself at the momen. After that, the Post and the Container Store are on my agenda (the Container Store is enough like Disneyland not to feel errandish, even though it is).
Kate — maybe we could teach my cats to walk your dog. AND THEN GET ON WITH THE LOUNGING.
JB — I was thinking of the Container Store when I wrote about the brunch day. Was dreaming about plastic purple hangers. OMNOMNOMNOMNOM
Please. The first. No contest. Hands down. No doubt. Absolutely. A harder question next time please or don’t waste my time. :)
Let me know which you ended up with.
Peace
Any of the above sound delightful to me. Have a glorious day!
I think I failed. I cleaned the garage (to make room for a workout area – yuck!) and sheets and then have to go to work. I like your ideas SO much better!
Sleep in while PB goes to church. Make blueberry pancakes and watch CBS This Morning. Pet cats. Clean up more dog puke. Watch movies and cruise Facebook. Send notes about the wedding while making no actual progress with the planning. Put on real clothes and makeup at 1:30, then remember that I haven’t checked blogs. Delay hair doing until after blog checking. Pet cats more. Watch dog sleep. Plan for rest of day to: vaccum, make dinner (I guess), contemplate the gym (perhaps while PB goes), and do laundry. Oh, guess I should do that hair at some point.
I’ll take either of the first two. In fact, put them together and that’s a perfect weekend.
A third choice for me would be exploring a quaint town I’ve never been to before, taking tons of photos and discovering a fabulous restaurant for lunch.
wow…. this is surreal… i think we had pretty much the same exact day hehehe #3 that is :)
I craved breakfast in bed made by someone other than myself and then got up to do it myself. I wished I had enough foresight to buy bacon and pancake mix so I made oatmeal instead.
I resolved to spend the day in jammies, watching football (a new strange habit of mine), and doing my part as an American to drink a few beers while doing so.
All while I neglected to do anything I was supposed to get done on Saturday.
A procrastinator’s dream.
Loving your Sundays, sweet people. And now craving pancakes. With butter and lots of syrup, as it was meant to be. Natch.
I lounged about in bed, savoring fresh homemade cinnamon rolls and espresso… before gearing up and trekking into the hills for some climbing at -10.
Finished off with a soak in a natural hotsprings… and an imported beer.
Ah, Sundaze…
i love all those variations of wonderful sundays.
mine would include any of the above, with coconut waffles, and lots of cuddling under the covers, and movies and popcorn in bed.
been on vacation, so catching up on your posts…and i must yell (@brookem) COCONUT WAFFLES?!? what the devil, and where can i find a recipe?? good lord, that sounds good right now.