Sunday Drive

Sunday has come to represent football in this house. So, out came the Jets rug, the jets scarf, train set - getting ready. I just recently found out that you can get beer earlier on Sundays - not a good thing, if you ask me.

My mother belongs to a social club and on Sundays they are open to members and family. My husband found out they serve beer as early as 10am. So off he goes - taking the dog out - and he does not get home until 1pm - kickoff time. This gives me enough time to get the house in order and settle downstairs before he gets back. Each time he leaves (half time or before a new game) he comes back with just a few beers (his words) - no food - just beer.

When we were small - after we had a family lunch, Sunday meant a car ride with my parents to anywhere and everywhere - we'd stop and walk around - get something to eat. My sister and I would make up a game to play to pass time in car or just listen to the car radio - WABC - asking my dad to please make the sound higher. It was a nice time - when I remember those times - they comfort me. Thank you Lord for my gentle childhood.