This started out as a post about why I love Sundays. And mostly, it shall continue as one. However, in my Sunday morning puttering, I’ve been reminded that today is the anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision in the United States of America. The Canadian anniversary of Morgentaler comes on January 28.
So. How to combine what was a happy Sunday morning with reminder of these decidedly unhappy events? I think I shall do it in the following way: by continuing with my Ten Reasons to Love Sundays, thereby declaring one obvious thing: Bad things are a part of life, but that doesn’t mean we give up the good. Does not celebrating the small stuff help us to find that right combination of grace and courage to fight the bad?
TEN REASONS TO LOVE SUNDAYS
Breakfast, no rush.
Random reading. A little Statecraft (Margaret Thatcher), a couple of pages of How then shall we live? (Chuck Colson) combined with Facebook status updates.
Cleaning my winter boots (with polish).
Skipping church. A decidedly non-rebellious form of rebellion. (If I had gone to church, I would have included going to church as a reason to love Sundays. I am pro-church, but whimsical, for those of you concerned about my spiritual frame of mind.)
Getting ready for next weekend (forward thinking!).
Second breakfast, likewise, no rush.
The fine art of puttering. Here, sorry to show off, I excel.
Making additional tasty salad dressing for vast quantities of leftover salad from party the night before. You’ll want to keep this recipe on hand. Never before has a mere salad solicited so much praise. Why the leftovers then? Because I made enough for 1000 men, marching strong, that’s why. (As everyone knows, strong men marching want nothing more than a Napa Cabbage Salad afterwards.)
Reminding myself of what my guitar sounds like. Must. Learn. F.
Thinking about skiing. Considering skiing. And eventually, though not quite yet, skiing.
(File under “Nothing in particular.”)by