I spent the day with laundry and sorting through boxes in the basement. Another four boxes are packed and ready for the next Diabetes Canada pickup in June. Their driver took all boxes and bags from the front porch before noon today. The house began to feel uncomfortable around sundown. The day was very sunny and warm. At sunset, the heat in the attic drops into the living area and the humidity had risen inside, too. All of this made me happy that I had chosen to work in a corner in the basement where it was cooler today.
I was thinking about the weekend. As a retired person, the days seem similar to all other days. As a kid, Saturday was for groceries, cleaning and a fun supper. Sunday involved a traditional family dinner -- one that provided leftovers for the next two or three evening meals. When I moved away from home, we would often speak on Sunday. I still try to make a special dinner on Sunday, but still don't eat at the table. Just me at the table accentuates that I am the only one at the table.
I found a folk song that speaks to the family dinners of yesteryear. It deals with some of the things that I thought of while pondering today. Keep safe. Enjoy!
The Old Sunday Dinner -- The Martin Family
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