Sundays Aren't So Bad

When I was a child, Sundays were not my favorite day.  There was church, a long way from our home, an hour or so.  I often got sick in the car.  I would plead with my mother to let me stay home.  Sometimes she did.

Then there would be the early evening, when everything got quiet in our Baltimore home.  Our parents were readying themselves for work the next day.  But I don't think it was that so much, as the dread for the Monday work week.  My mother loved her job teaching math and science.  My dad didn't like his in the insurance business.  Sundays always felt cold and empty.

Then there were the years when I was readying my family for the work week.  Them in their various stages of school, and me going to work.  I absolutely loved working - whatever I did it was fun.  An adventure.  Especially after I got out of college and grad school.  My jobs, my autonomy became more comfortable.

Sundays are quiet in the mountains.  For a long time, everything was closed.  Restaurants, craft stores, and places that sold wine.  It is different now.  Money reigns king.

There are more eateries, more breweries, just about one on every corner in my small town.  I don't plan Sundays.  I don't plan too much these days.  Sometimes it is just fun to see what happens.  This Sunday, not too much came together.  I did see a yellow finch.  A couple of them.  I didn't have my zoom camera, sitting the distance away that I was, so I couldn't capture its likeness.  I did see several of them in town this morning.

As I was walking down a street, dogs startled me as they barked from inside a car.  They were locked in a large suv from South Carolina.  I saw four windows cracked a few inches.  The temperatures were rising.  I worried about the two huskies inside.  It was mighty hot and steamy.  I called the police.

A not too friendly 'community policing' fellow showed up.  I had an encounter with him as I was nearly killed crossing a street on the way to a fundraiser yesterday.  I took a photo of the offending license plate, but the officer wasn't too interested.  He was 'in the middle of something.'

Officer not-so-friendly appeared answering my call and found the owner of the vehicle inside the cafe.  I suspect he gave the negligent dog owner a fine.  I would sure like to know how much this abusive man was fined for this.  Too bad he couldn't finish his breakfast, but I kind of think animals matter.

Sundays aren't so bad.  Especially if you can help safe the life of two dogs.