Sunnandæg, or Sunday as we say now, arrived appropriately with a sunrise. Odd how so many cultures consider this day of the week the sun’s day. But some European nations go with “rest day”, and some religious cultures go with “the first day”, יום ראשון yom rishon in Hebrew. But I don’t think the sun cares. You can call it fried okra day and the sun will continue to rise. It just does that, and only foolish man is compelled to give it a name.
I am a bit peevish today, the tree people were supposed to have come by yesterday to tell me how much of my disposable income they want to remove a tree that blew over next the house, and didn’t show. It was a miracle that the roof didn’t cave in over Snooks and my head when it went … we were idly watching it just sort of rotate like God’s hand was on protecting us as it slowly went down alongside the house. It was a surreal slow-motion moment in time. But maybe he’ll come by today … I really need that tree taken out.
I’ll miss it for sure, because it housed birds and provide a lot of important morning porch sitting shade. The cardinals and mockingbirds sassed me from the branches as I woke to the day. It seems us old men need a lot of scolding, and the world happily provides it.
I am almost totally ignorant of the Democrats antics in staging their little coup. As long as they don’t try to enforce it at the point of a gun, they’ll be allowed to do their peevish little dance in Congress. I am still among the most ill-informed now that I have kicked all news off my TV, and permit very little to come via the internet. It’s a fight and I am far to decrepit to take up a cudgel and bash heads. Reformers are all pushing the Presidents boorishness at me, and getting irked when I answer “So? I didn’t vote for him because he is a saint. I voted for him because he wasn’t Hillary.”
Oh well. It will play out how it plays out. La-de-dah and fiddle-de-de.
Today is waffle day. I have the artform almost down pat now. Batter in one bowl, sausage in the skillet, and I make Snook drink a glass of grape juice because I heard on the internet that it is good for her even if she isn’t so fond of it. And we all know how reliable nutrition experts on the internet are.
So goes the weekly tedium. Hmm. Tedium. Probably from the Latin ti deim. Short prayers to God that are strung together. Odd how we can take praise and make it boring. Oh well. Shant go down that bunny trail