Hi everyone,
What does your perfect Sunday look like?
Have at it….
See you tomorrow!
Blessings, Jeanne
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Hi everyone,
What does your perfect Sunday look like?
Have at it….
See you tomorrow!
Blessings, Jeanne
Comments are closed.
Many years ago, my perfect Sunday was church and then a family dinner. When I was a child, my folks often would invite someone home for dinner after church. In the afternoons, it would be quiet activities, like reading and board games. In my younger adult years, it often meant going to mom and dad’s for dinner before coming home.
These days, my perfect Sunday revolves around church, as it always has. We have an 11 a.m. service, then either a potluck or, more often, sack lunches, followed by another service. After that, I will usually come home and take a nap or at least read for a while, with my feet up. Then maybe some time in the sewing room, or a phone call to a friend. Supper is usually something quick and easy–leftovers, or a frozen whatever heated in the microwave, for instance.
Come to think of it, that was pretty much my day today! Hope you all had a good Sunday, too!
Sunday has always been a day to relax and refresh from the week before, for me, and still is! We always went to church Sunday morning, then came home and did whatever we wanted, since most stores were closed on Sundays and when I was a teen, and we lived in the country, where amusements were few and far between. My sisters and I made our own fun, which of course did not include anything remotely technical!
Today, church on Sunday mornings still happens, then after a quick lunch, I watch my shows that I taped previously, and of course water my plants. We usually have our Cardinals ballgames on when they play during the day. Really nothing spectacular, and probably pretty dull to a lot of folks! I might bake a cake or brownies for Michael to snack on during the week, and we usually settle for pizza for dinner.
I might piddle around with my dolls, change their clothes and things like that. No running around town, since that’s what all the younger people are doing, and we have the whole week to do that kind of thing.
Our Sunday has always been Church. When I was a child we went to either my grandparents or our home after church. If it was my grandparents home we would get in the car after dinner and drive around different places just for fun. If at my house we would all sit in the living room after dinner. Daddy would fall asleep on one of the couches. My Grandmother and her sister would be hand sewing on something, Mama would be doing something on her nails. We kids would play outside.
Yesterday’s church was a special one. Because we are waiting to try to find a new priest we often have a retired priest who comes to our church. Yesterday the priest was one who had been with us for 16 years before he had to go to another church. We are still so fond of him and his wife that it is a real treat when they come. After church every one went to a wonderful lunch. After going home we had a pretty relaxing day, took a nap and later watched some tv.
Today we are heading for the Y and the grocery store, and take a couple of bags to Good Will.
Jeanne, as always, we pray for you and George and hope y’all can come back home soon.
We’re working on finding a new priest for our church also. The previous one was here for 26 years. He started just after he was ordained serving as Deacon in another church. He then married the daughter of the people that founded the current church. His father was the previous priest and then became a Bishop until he passed away. His son took over for him at the church so the whole family are members and his children grew up with both sides of the family in the same church. They are both grown now and in college. Our former priest was made a Bishop and had to relocate. I’m not sure if the rest of the family will end up relocating too. His daughter will be going to A&M so right now the grandparents want to stay here so she will have someone local since her parents have moved to Ohio, but who knows what will happen when his daughter graduates. The church membership is largely made up of these family members.
My Sundays are usually relaxing, and many times the kids come and we hang out.
I watch a televised church I have gone to from Bloomington, In. I really like their sermons.
Things have calmed down a bit more since we’ve been home a week. Many things have been taken care even though I have a few more chores, appointments and some catching up with close neighbors.
I want to answer a question Joy asked about how Gidget did on our flight home.
She’s been on the planes before and does fine but this time she freaked out the whole 4 and 1/2 hours aboard. We could not comfort her at all. She chewed on the doggie case and cried and whine off and on. My husband held her case with her in it on his lap and eventually we both took turns holding her on our laps. Even then she was frightened. We have never seen her act that way. Fortunately we had a very very nice man sitting next to us and he was very kind and understanding. The stewardesses were also very kind and understanding.
Once we got to the Detroit airport, we walked her but she had diarrhea. I carry supplies for just that / we think she was sick from a doggie treat- a treat we will never give her again. Poor baby.
She was fine in the car ride home thank Heavens.
Oh no, poor Gidget. No wonder the fuss with a sore tummy. And she managed to hold it in until after the plane ride. What a good pup. Glad everyone made it home safely.
Awww. Poor Gidget. What a miserable adventure. Both of you comforted her the best though.
Seeing small children and animals in distress is always difficult for me. They can’t tell you what is wrong. Probably after Giget got rid of what was bothering her she could calm down. I know that’s how it works when I’ve been sick. I was once babysitting for my granddaughter when she was a baby. She kept crying out every now and then so when her parents got home they thought it was tummy distress so they gave her the tummy soothers and before long she was calmly asleep.
With the move, and several changes to our older Methodist Church, we have gone to church with our across the street neighbors, Katherine and Eric, two times. It is Baptist. It is a very huge church and massive complex with a school too. Also with our next door neighbors, Sammie and Bill, their church is non-denominational and very large and super organized. We have attended the Arcola Methodist Church almost every Sunday. The people are super nice.
It is a small intimate church. I kind of love going to this church because I can remember everyone and the pastor is very nice. I like low key. We have been going to this church for a year now. Before that we went to Ashburn United Methodist Church and that was also a nice church but now it is kind of too far.
Perfect Sundays for me. When we come home from church we just eat lunch and relax. I have a list of things to do but I try to focus on thinking about the sermon I listened to, the notes I took, and sew or tidy something. I usually have one hymn stuck in my head and sing that to myself.
Jeanne, I hope George is feeling stronger, and feeling good. I know your Church is surrounding both of you with care, attention and prayer. Both of you are so dearly loved.
We have had some cooler temps here, but still warm by the end of the day. We have not had much rain.
The days are just flying by! August is already looming.
Today I had some plans and duties to accomplish, but KittyPrincess made a few messes in her room last night…. so I will be scrubbing carpet…. and then this morning she made a huge pile of throw up on an inexpensive carpet. So, yippee. Gonna wear latexfree gloves this morning and do some laundry too, and probably spend some time addressing my own clutter too.
Dear Sofa Sisters, hugs to all of you. I hope this week-end was enjoyable for all of you.
I hope this week is starting off positive and happy.
Jeanne, much love to you and George. I am so glad you are keeping your blog going.
Rosemary, I wear latex-free gloves too. 🙂
Around here, most days are pretty much the same. We got in a walk. Visited with a few friends along the way. Checked out the new paint color for a friend who is redoing his parents old place. Dove white is nice. Got home and decided to go to Costco. Picked up a few things, and I looked at some supplements. Decided to wait on the fish oil until it goes on sale. Grabbed hot dogs for lunch and headed home. It was pretty warm, so when we got home I dashed out to water the beds. Finished the yard and then we drove to the other house, and I watered there. Came home and Winnie from next door decided to pay us a visit. She appeared dragging her leash with her owner Becky, trailing not far behind. She is a great escape artist. Winnie, not Becky. Charlotte, the cat who lives on on the other side next door was on the porch, but Winnie, having learned her lesson about staying away from claws some time ago, ran right past her and pushed open the front door. She was running around with her trailing leash checking things out inside and finally, returned when I called her. Of course, she found the little stuffed toy I had for her by the door. I think she thought that it was Christmas. 🙂
Then, some shade arrived and it was time to get to yardwork. I balanced myself on my rolling stool between two rocks so I wouldn’t roll down the slope and started in pulling the most hateful weeds. Blackberry and those clover like things that produce small round thorny seeds that stick to virtually everything. Ugh. Here I was perched in a precarious position, and virtually picking up those hideous stickers one by one as I spotted them. I’m sure that I missed a lot, but many were nabbed. That area is looking better at the moment, and the iris thanked me, I think. That done, Callie Cat, appeared ready for dinner so I quit for the day and went back inside. Just a usual day here.
I hope that George, had a good weekend and is improving. Maybe we’ll get an update as time allows. Take care of yourself too, Jeanne.
We have a patch of lawn on the side of our house. I have left is alone for the most part. Just not ready to do anything with those hideous gardens that they put in the new house there on the side. I dug up all of the liriope last June and planted it at the old house, It is thriving 🥳 there.
Okay… the “grass” planted at the side yard is Bermuda grass, and some normal grass. The Bermuda grass has to GO! So I pulled up a lot of that Saturday morning. It is a struggle with unwanted weeds and crummy grass!
Yikes Bermuda grass is awful stuff. When I put in a garden area here fifty years ago, I used a pitchfork and dug deeply carefully pulling it all out bit by bit. And, fortunately, it never came back. Unlike the mint and spurge. Ugh
Worked for a short while on the baby quilt I had started…sewed four hours straight through on Saturday, while there was sunlight in the art/sewing room. Daughter signed us up with BritBox a week or so ago and we have been enjoying some interesting TV. Been watching a series called The House of Elliot about two sisters whose goal is to establish their own styles in their own fashion house. I have started watching a series called Bramwell, about a woman doctor in the late 19th century when women were not accepted readily in the men’s profession. I have watched Cranford as well, and some series based on Catherine Cookson’s books since I had read nearly all of her books years ago.. There are so many good-sounding movies and series to watch….I find that I need to turn the sound up more than usual to be able to understand the British accents! Has anyone watched other BritBox series or movies that they would recommend?
We had a friend join us for dinner yesterday and had a “breakfast” style dinner which we do at least once a week. Daughter baked up a batch of bacon, made sausage patties, crispy hash browns and I made a Dutch-baby pancake puff in the oven which we ate with lemon curd topping and blueberries on top. So satisfying.
Temps here are still in the upper 90’s and some days close to 100. Daughter said when she leaves work during the week that her car is usually around 109 degrees on the inside. But then July, August and September are generally pretty hot here in the middle of Texas. Looking forward to the somewhat cooler temps come fall when a person can really enjoy a cup of coffee (or an iced tea!) while sitting on the front porch!
BritBox – good choice! For years we watched the BBC shows on PBS. Two of our favorites were “Are you Being Served” and “Keeping Up Appearances”. I still love watching Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced Bouquet) and her social climbing while interacting with her hilarious relatives at the bottom of the economic scale. Another is the Jeremy Brett “Sherlock Holmes” series. So authentic for the time period and the actors are wonderful. I’m a Sherlock Holmes purist so I’m not big on the new interpretations. The old stories work best for me.
“Are You Being Served?” is my FAVORITE! I own the complete set of VHS tapes, plus the Christmas special!! A little risque’ as to language at times, but probably pretty mild compared to what’s allowed these days. Can’t get on an elevator without hearing their little opening jingle…. 😂
I should add, I also own the books that go with the series. (I think there are two books, might be only one.)
A perfect Sunday has always started with church. I’m Lutheran- Missouri Synod and we have to drive about 1/2 hour as there is none in town. When I was a child until I was seven we would then go to my grandparents for Sunday dinner. I missed that so much when we moved. After we moved, we would sometimes go to the park or the reservoir and feed the ducks. Best were when we would drive up to Lake Erie.
Now Sundays are a quiet day at home after church, reading, relaxing, and spending time with the kitties.
Yes, the kitties do beckon. In fact, I was late getting ready to walk because Callie Cat, didn’t eat all of her breakfast kibble, which I fed to the birds. Then, she changed her mind and came back. She wanted her wet food. Then, she left only to return and want more food, but not wet food, it was kibble again. Finally, got to finish eating and reading the comics. Callie Cat was exhausting today.
For me Sunday morning has always meant church or at least Sunday school. My parents did not go to church but my sisters and I did go to Sunday school during the school year. In the summer there was no Sunday school so we stayed home on Sunday. A sad but amusing story attests to this. My mother was in my little sister’s bedroom one day and opened the closet to find my one sister’s petticoat on the floor of the closet. When she asked my sister why it was on the floor, my sister replied what does it matter we don’t go to Sunday school in the summer anyway. Until I was confirmed at the age of 12, I never went to anything but the family/Sunday school service. But as soon as i was confirmed I went to both the 9:15 am and 11:00 am services during the School year and the 11:00 am in the summer, usually by myself because I was the only one in my family who thought this was important. And that’s pretty much the way today. When my mother passed away my sisters delegated the job of talking to the clergyman who would officiate at her service to me because they all felt so uncomfortable talking to him. I was glad to do it. When I married my first husband he only wanted to attend church at Christmas and Easter. That marriage only lasted four years and I returned to regular attendance – by myself.
Imagine how blessed I felt when I moved to another part of Houston and found a great church, with a wonderful choir, and a wonderful choir member who would become my husband. We’ve been married for 46 1/2 years. For those many years we have always considered Sunday church and family time. Our children always went to church with us and never complained. Sean was an acolyte and would do it when no one else wanted to. Andrea was a lay reader until she went off to college. Once we became empty nesters we still considered Sunday church and family day and for years were blessed with the ability to attend church with our son and his family with lunch after. Sadly situations changed and we felt the need to leave the church, as well as the religion, we had belonged to for years. David and I wanted to continue to attend a conservative church with the liturgy we loved but Sean and Dionne opted to attend a contemporary church with many opportunities for the grandkids, but we still meet for lunch occasionally after church, hence our reason for traveling to Katy for church rather than the one much closer.
For years David has made it clear to others that Sunday was family and church day but a man he does work for thinks this is optional so he kept calling him yesterday morning. David didn’t answer because we were at church but after church he returned his call and I couldn’t believe what the man asked. Would David like to meet him for lunch. The man would pay and it would be free prime rib. David said thanks but no thanks and they set something up for Tuesday. The invitation yesterday was for David only and I thought that was rather rude, but I guess the guy didn’t think David was serious about his priorities on Sunday. I have no problem with him going to lunch with the man because he does work for him and they do meet occasionally for lunch, but I’m still not convinced he got the idea that Sunday was off limits.
These days after church we go to lunch and then home to nap for a short while. Then David heads for his shop because that’s where his computer is. I do what I want and actually got some sewing done yesterday.
Barbara, I am so glad you found the right guy. My first husband didn’t believe in church and was not even sure he believed in God.
I have always been an Episcopalian and brought up my sons that way. They have not stuck with it I am sad to say. My first husband is long gone but when Peyton and I married he joined the church. We both have been very active in the church and still sing in the choir as well.
My grandchildren are six generation baptized Episcopalians but we left the mainstream church for the Reformed Episcopal which is like the church was when I was growing up. My great-grandfather was an Episcopal priest and I’m sure he’s rolling over in his grave at some of the modern changes that have been made. We’re very happy where we are now but sure wish our son and his family would have moved there with us. But they are very happy where they are so that is good.
My father was a Lutheran pastor (Augustan synod, when he was first ordained; later mergers formed first the LCA–Lutheran Church in America–and the the ELCA) and I never thought I’d leave the Lutheran church, but I did. Ron and I both, of course. We have attended/belonged two four different churches in our 50 years, starting with my dad’s church and, as of about 16 years ago, the little Baptist church where I play the piano.
I think my dad would be rolling in his grave if he could see some of the changes in “his” denomination, too!
Strangely enough (or maybe not…) our little Baptist church (part of the Greater Assembly of Regular Baptist Churches, which is one of the most conservative or traditional ones) shares many of the same beliefs the old Augustana Lutheran church did in bygone years, and we have many of the same hymns in our hymnal!! I remember one Sunday, Pastor used “Come to the Savior, Make No Delay” and said it was fairly new to him. I remember singing it in Sunday School when I was a little girl! It’s an old favorite of mine.
My daughter finds it amusing that we have changed churches as much as we have. To her one church should be as good as another but then she and her husband do not attend church. But she just informed me she is an ordained minister able to perform marriages at their wedding venue. I don’t know what religion but I’ll find out Thursday when I talk to her. But never before did we change our religion. But, since a church is made up of people, sometimes even a church in the same religion does not meet spiritual needs and a move is necessary. This last time the timing of the move was based on the fact that we were having difficulty with the priest himself. I won’t go into the subject matter involved but some things just seem wrong to me that he was okay with and it made for a difficult relationship. He has retired now – I think maybe he had a little push in that direction since the church was going downhill with no sign of recovery, but what is going on in the UK and specifically Canterberry right now does not work for us at all so there is no chance of us returning to our previous church.
Also, this past Sunday our organist was absent. We discovered she had been admitted to the hospital. We don’t know more just yet and we are praying for her. She is just a year younger than us. We had canned music. It was played with a beautiful pipe organ. Problem was it was hard to sing to. We did one hymn that was amazingly beautiful but no one could sing the song because there was no definition to the song. We could not tell if an intro had been played or what it was and the playing went straight from one verse to the other with no pause so you could not hope to pick it up as it went along. Hopefully Donna will return soon and I’m going to ask her to ask our interim rector if we can do the song again. I really want to sing that song.
Good morning everyone.
Interesting topic today. When I was growing up I went to a Sunday School that was run by the Anglican Church of England. When that closed we went to the Sunday School at the Baptist Church right next door to our house. Sunday dinner was always roast beef. We never had chicken, it was way too expensive until I was a teenager. It was what we had for Christmas Dinner and maybe birthdays. Dad ran the local public baths, not swimming baths, It was a place where those who didn’t have bathrooms at home could come and have a real bath instead of heating water to use in a tin bath in front of the fire. He was open Saturdays and Sunday morning so Sunday afternoon, after Sunday School, he often took us for a walk, it was always a bit of a let down when we went to the park because the play equipment was always chained up on Sunday on the grounds that children shouldn’t be playing noisy games on Sundays, they should sit quietly and read Christian books or similar. Sunday night tea was bread and butter, probably fish paste for sandwiches and on very special occasions we might have a tin of tuna or salmon. lots of jam, of course, then to finish we would have fruit from a can with evaporated milk and more bread and butter. Afterwards we might sit around and talk, mainly about the war since it was still very real, or sometimes we would play games, sometimes ludo or snakes and ladders or we might play pontoon (blackjack, I think you know it as) for matchsticks! We also had Pit, has anyone ever played that? It is a crazy, noisy game. We loved it.
Nowadays Sunday is so completely different. When we first came here all the shops were closed on Sundays, there was no traffic on the roads, only people like us who were going to church. Now, I sometimes wonder where everyone comes from!
Church for me is more like a prayer meeting or a bible study. We don’t have a pastor, but Tony is mainly accepted as our leader (he is a retired ordained minister), though he would hate us to say that. We are Universalists and probably considered heretics by most Christians. We have a core of 5 of us who have church backgrounds the rest come and go but there are four others, all of them from Delta who love God but get left behind in regular church. five of us take it in turns to share a message which we then all talk about. Sometimes we stay on topic! We open and close in prayer and always have communion, sometimes we have a time of intercessory prayer but there isn’t always time after everyone has had their say! Most of those who come in to join us are from Delta some are on drugs, some of them of diminished mental capacity, some of them have no experience of any kind of church service, everyone is welcome. After Church, 5, sometimes 6 of us, go to coffee and spend the next one and a half hours in fellowship together. I go home after that with the intention of spending the rest of the afternoon being productive but usually sit down with a cup of tea and fall asleep in the chair! Dinner is roast chicken which Sam, Kai and I take turns to cook. Always fresh, not frozen!
So that is my Sunday, very different from my childhood.
It is coffee morning today. Yesterday morning was the coldest it has been for 5 years in Christchurch, -4.7C. A bit warmer this morning, -2C I think it was, but we do get the sunshine afterward so that is nice.
Have a lovely day everyone
I’m guessing that it was about 40 degrees in Christchurch? I’m very bad at conversions. Very chilly. Right now, we’re about 83. Nice and not too hot. But, I think we’re going to be heating up later this week.
I really enjoyed your descriptions of your Sundays then and now. Thanks for sharing.
How interesting to see the different religions in our group! Episcopalian, Baptist, Methodist, Lutheran, Universalist, and a Catholic, namely me! It goes to show that we can all love each other get along, even though we worship differently.