SUNDAY MORNING

Just as it did yesterday, this morning began with a bang…the booming of thunder accompanied by heavy rain…sometime between 4 and 5 AM. In our household this means our day starts with a struggle to convince a few pampered whippets that peeing in the rain is no big deal. Of course to them it is, and the bathroom floor is much preferable to the soggy yard. Fortunately we got through the morning without incident, and now that the sun is making an appearance all is well in this household.

Regarding the Pasta marathon…it is still going strong, and on the days when nothing is posted it means we were not dinning at home that evening, as it was last night. We will be eating at home tonight, and I hope to make this Sunday’s gravy a little special.

It’s Father’s Day, and I will keep my father front and center in my mind all day. Mostly I will remind myself of how hard he worked to see that I had the opportunities that he never had, and will pay homage to him as I do every day with a glass of red wine with lunch in one of his small juice glasses, as well as sitting down to a dish of pasta, something he dearly loved.

I have no idea where the fancy cloths came from, probably the photographer.

I love these photos. I wonder what it would be like to know our parents before they were our parents.

SUNDAY MORNING ON THE PORCH…

It is Sunday morning in Paducah, which means the streets are quiet, very few cars and even fewer souls out and about. The sun is shining brightly from a clear blue sky, and if I ignore the cool breeze blowing across the porch I can believe it is ideal porch time.. I’m pleased to report that I have successfully ignored the breeze and am sitting here with my laptop and a cup of coffee listening to Godspell on my ipod (it is Sunday.). Delia is keeping me company, lying in the sun on one of the several dog beds we’ve consigned to porch duty. Jabber the puppy was with us until he started to feast on yesterday’s cut grass, and I mean feasting. Hopefully I caught him early enough to prevent a major tummy ache.

I am of two minds about Sundays in Paducah. On one hand, the quiet and stillness that settles over out town is a welcome relief from the previous 6 days, which are not exactly a beehive of constant noise and movement, but then everything is relative.

On the other hand, the city promotes itself as a weekend getaway, and having all but one of the downtown restaurants, and most of the shops and galleries closed on Sundays puts a bit of a crimp in that claim. I have kept Sunday hours for as long as we have been here, along with Wil at Stornaway Galleries, the other Sunday warrior.

I don’t mind being in the studio on Sundays; the stillness and quiet finds its way in and I can enjoy it there as well as on the porch.