#0051 | does Sunday morning

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Submitted by Isy in Lithuania.

Here’s Isy’s story:

“What is so special about Sunday morning? No one actually knows. Is it because you can do whatever you want? Like making pancakes while listening to “A Hard Day’s Night” or just reading some poetry? You can look at photos from your travels or decide to travel somewhere spontaneously. Anything goes on Sunday morning. I’ve experienced that Sunday morning is not just a few hours on Sunday but is a very cozy feeling which can be felt on Thursday or even Monday mornings. Last week I was having the worst Thursday morning when I was unexpectedly visited by the feeling of Sunday morning.

I woke up in terribly bad mood, you know those days when you don’t want to do anything except lay in bed (and that’s not the worst thing, the worst thing is that you feel so guilty about it). There was no sun through my window and the first things I saw were my messy floor with a bunch of underwear on my carpet and an empty pack of plum juice. The feeling of unfinished scripts and plays I had to finish soon didn’t give me a sense of optimism at all. That attitude wasn’t suitable for a day at work or school, so I just sat there.

I watched “The Little House on the Prairie” on TV and felt even more smashed. I turned on the computer, thinking some bossanova would help and remind me of my travels around small towns in Spain (but it didn’t). Suddenly, a friend said “good morning” through Skype. It was sunny in his town and he felt quite enthusiastic about going to a forest but at the same time was too lazy to even make coffee. I told him about my laziness and we decided to make coffee together and drink it. I made tasty coffee with a lot of milk and sugar and suddenly the feeling of Sunday was there. It was in my room, on the table near coffee and my lap. How could it happen that some new technology and drinking coffee could have made Sunday morning arrive?

The feeling of Sunday morning is based on trivial matters (in my country we have best word for it, smulkmenos): it can be very small things such as a good horoscope or a sandwich with tuna and paprika. After coffee that day, I took my bicycle and went to my university to hear a course about children’s literature. I rode through town, visited some streets with little yards and trees that were already yellow, and Sunday morning was all around.”

4 folks have left comments on this post



» Patrick K said: { Oct 1, 2007 - 05:10:53 }

This is one of my favorite stories so far. Nicely told.

» pen said: { Oct 2, 2007 - 05:10:31 }

i loved chutes and ladders when i was a kid. this story and haiku go so amicably together, it does give you that sunday morning feeling.

» Luke said: { Oct 2, 2007 - 05:10:33 }

I need to get a Thursday to Sunday ladder. Bright colors preferred.

» Jessica Whyte said: { Oct 6, 2007 - 05:10:50 }

This one is so sweet. Thank you.