a happy Sunday, indeed… no scotch necessary

The old ‘Sunday Session,‘ is a thing of the past after child.  (I kind of think of life before child as BC these days, … my spin on all those history and religion classes I was supposedly paying attention to, Ha.  Unless Misty is some kind of reincarnation of the ‘Chosen One’…. hmmm).

Anyway, a Sunday Session BC would either entail a dusty hangover lessened by a dose of ‘hair of the dog,’ and copious amounts of record listening or something similar without nursing a sore head.  Possibly through divine intervention there would be no hangover (see? I did pay attention in Religious Education).  These afternoon sessions would take place on the deck (verandah, patio, whatever you call it.  Apparently with my accent, when I say deck it sounds like ‘dick,’ which amuses people with little maturity.  Viper).

Nowadays the Sunday Session has been converted to the Sunday Mission.  It may surprise some, but a 1 year old is not content with sitting on a deck, listening intently to Viper ramble on about who produced so and so’s latest album, or whose cousin played bass guitar for Midnight Oil in the eighties.  Funny that.

Misty wants grand adventures, excitement, teaspoons to steal and dog bowls to splash in.

Mama wants caffeine.

A market wander is always nice.

Especially one that brings a newly found friend to mind.

Favourite new snack… crazy kid.

Celery and kombucha beats a hangover any day.  Actually, celery and kombucha is probably an awesome hangover cure.

Point of this post?  Musings on how much life can change… happy, healthy, hopeful – who’d have thought?

Happy Sunday all.