When I was a child, I thought it was the oddest thing that my parents always took a nap on Sunday afternoon. Children tend to resist napping when it is forced upon them, while adults, who rarely get the opportunity, would jump at the chance. I tried to resist this afternoon but my bed kept calling my name until I finally gave in. It didn’t last long but it sure felt good.
Another thing I remember on Sunday afternoons as a kid was going for a ride around the country. Sometimes we went to the east pasture and counted cows. Other times we just moseyed down a few side roads to check the crops on our own and other farmer’s land. Occasionally we’d stop to visit a neighbor on the road, but mostly just the “farmer wave” as we passed by, one or two fingers lifted from the steering wheel in a friendly gesture as we met another vehicle. It was a slower paced society in rural Kansas 50 or 60 years ago.
When I was still at home, Mother and Daddy would invite church guests home for lunch almost every Sunday, it seemed. There weren’t too many other choices. If a visitor didn’t have family near, there was nowhere to go for dinner. There were no restaurants for the Sunday noon meal, no stores open for shopping. Today Heidi and her kids met us for church and we went to lunch together, along with our administrative pastor and his wife, Larry and Mileta Kinser. We ate at our favorite Wichita Chinese restaurant, Taiwan. The owner knows us and always anticipates that there will be more than just the two of us when we come after church. He’ll ask “How many today? Just two?” Buffets have us spoiled, I think. We can come in, everyone can get the food they like best, eat and be gone in the time it would take to order from a menu and be served, far less time than it would take to cook the meal myself and then not everyone would have what they like. Today David, the owner, showed us pictures of his newest granddaughter, just 5 days old. We feel like old friends instead of just customers in his restaurant.
This week we’ll finish putting our Christmas decorations together and in place. There’s a lot more room to decorate than I thought when we were getting rid of tree ornaments, etc. last year. I even gave our son his stocking and his daughter’s, too, so while we have room to hang them, we don’t have them all. Oh well, they will look nice on his mantle this year, I’m sure.