Mooching In My Flannel Pajamas On Sundays

On Sundays, as the good book commands, I take a day off.  Late out of bed, I enjoy my coffee and a rusk made by Butch, it’s too cold for my tootsies to shuffle downstairs to make coffee.  I read, catch up with friends on Social Media, read messages from my children and watch the short videos they send, all about the grandchildren, a hundred times over.  I laugh until I cry.

When I feel a bedsore coming on I go downstairs, open the house up and lay the table for lunch.  At a leisurely pace, with my music on I start prepping lunch.  All in my flannel pajamas.  Eventually when I can’t put it off any longer I’ll get into my Sunday best.  These are my best days.  My mooching days.

While I’m fortunate enough to have my parents nearby we invite them for lunch as often as possible.  Butch would normally braai (barbeque) for them, my mom is a carnivore, she loves an excellent lamb chop, sausage or, her very favourite a lamb ribbetjie (ribs).  Lightly seasoned with salt and cracked black pepper.

Our menus are oftentimes very uncomplicated, easy and take very little effort, it’s a rest day after all.  We celebrate being together at our table, our conversations are often passionate, hot and controversial, jsut as we like it.  We make sure to impart all our news and then listen while they reminisce or tell us what’s happening in their neighbourhood.  We laugh a lot.

My Mom always reminds me that she talks to all her grandchildren, they are framed on every surface in her bedroom.  Yesterday she said she’s finding it harder to remember how to apply her make-up... her lips were still coated in a bright scarlet lipstick and she looked lovely. From the front door I watched them folding our recycling bag with infinite care before handing it over like a gift. Getting older certainly isn’t for sissies.

 

Bon Appetito amigo!

We spent a delightful afternoon with my parents waving them off just before they had to go for their afternoon constitutional walk around the block.  I wrapped up warmly in my patchwork blanky and watched “13 Reasons Why”.  Harrowing to say the least, but, well worth it.