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Sunday, August 27, 2006

"And this morning, the porridge was not burnt..." ~ Jane Eyre

Its the kind of Sunday morning where the grey sky and rain patters should inspire you to go back to sleep, but you rise at 7am regardless, throwing on grey sweats and a grey hoodie in order to be somewhat presentable to the two Indian men at the corner smoke shop who you see every Sunday morning when you purchase The New York Times and a $2 scratch-n-win lottery ticket. The two brothers are still half asleep at this hour, so your regular discussions about your shared love of Indian cuisine, such as tandoori chicken and curried vegetables, do not happen today. Instead, you grab the thick paper and one of the brothers comments on how heavy it is today. You know this already and have been eager for this morning's paper because in it is The Fall Fashion of the Times. Its the kind of Sunday morning where you are a little depressed making coffee because you think about drinking chicory coffee in New Orleans back in 2004 with your best friend and now you wonder if Cafe du Monde, though open, will ever have the same feel to it as it did when you scarfed down beignets which led to the outer corners of your mouth being covered in powdered sugar. Its so early that NPR has not even started their Weekend Edition, instead there is baroque music on. You light a green tea scented candle and throw yourself on your couch in your library and begin digging into the paper, fingertips blackened already just from flipping the main section's pages. By the time you get to the magazine, you are depressed all over again since their is a photojournalism piece on the child victims/survivors of Katrina and you begin to worry about one of the completely fractured parts of their lives: their education. This reminds you that you still have not solidified the final syllabi for your courses which start a week from this Wednesday, and only half of you cares because you know, from experience, that half of your kids will take the Sparknotes route anyway because they can't be bothered. Its the kind of morning where you boil some eggs for an egg salad sandwich this afternoon, thrilled that a 1/4 cup of egg salad made with non-fat mayo is low points on the Weight Watchers scale. Diligence is key, especially after looking at the models in the Fashion of the Times and trying to accept that skinny jeans and leggings are back in style. You won't be wearing either, because its the kind of morning where you remind yourself that at your lowest weight, you still have hips. The new "It" girls of the Middle East featured in today's magazine also have hips, so you feel a little more validated being that you are Armenian. Its the kind of morning that is rare for a Sunday in August, wet and a bit cold, so you become inspired to roast chicken for dinner tonight along with baked potatoes and green beans. Though it feels like football could be on, you check the schedule on the YES Network and hope the Yanks win today against the Angels and Boston loses to Seattle. Six ahead is a nice, even number. Its the kind of morning where you have no intention of changing out of your sweats and white tank anytime in the near afternoon, and you continue reading the Travel section of the paper which highlights the real Bali Hai, a place you will always revere because it inspired the song "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Out of My Hair." Its the kind of morning where you pull your thick, dark curls into a pile on your head, clasped with two long, black chopsticks, and contemplate taking an afternoon nap because you woke up so early...

14 Comments:

Blogger schaumi said...

sounds like a truly lovely way to spend a sunday..
except for worrying about the curriculum/lesson plan part.

don't worry about those skinny models in the fashion section..
remember, real women have hips and enjoy good food!

9:36 PM  
Blogger John said...

It sounds like the perfect kind of morning!

9:53 PM  
Blogger Seskel said...

Loved loved loved the rainy day today. Sounds like yours was even cozier.

10:25 PM  
Blogger K9 said...

/bark bark bark

i'm movin' in!

our paper had 2 juicy sections on the college football season with features like: 3 tailgate menus from big shot chefs, the best mascots ...like UGA of course, but the falcons that are navy, and a buffalo for oklahoma, all time player dream teams for the SEC, best marching band (florida A&M) best homecoming party scene (Morehouse, natch) and lots of scout reports.

John Kerry even had a hilarious quote about harvards lameass mascot.

i know you are missing summer already. but is there anything better than spending all afternoon making a great meal with a football game on in the background?

/grrrrr

11:04 PM  
Anonymous Neil said...

What a great way to spend a Sunday! Makes me miss NY.

And don't worry, I read in the NY Times that in 2007, Armenian women are the next "in" group!

11:33 PM  
Blogger afromabq said...

who needs calgon....just read tinys post and you'll be taken away....i love how you do that! :)

10:22 AM  
Blogger Clearlykels said...

My favorite kind of day!!!I am so jealous. I want a rainy Sunday so badly!!!! I want to sit on my couch with the french doors open to the rain and just read. I love it. Good writing, Amy!

12:38 PM  
Blogger ThursdayNext said...

schaumi ~ thank you for the reminder. :)

john ~ welcome to eyre affairs! i enjoyed reading your blog!

seskel ~ we tri-staters needed the rain over the past few days! i hope you had a good weekend.

rottiepoochpie ~ glad to see you back! i like freya, don't get me wrong, but a rottie is a rottie is a rottie. when are you moving in? ooooo your paper sounds delish: um, can you please describe the tailgetting recipes printed in the paper for us food porn addicts? i want to comment on the havard commentary, but shall behave. and poochie, no sir, there is nothing better than making my bolognese sauce all day on a sunday, drinking a wheatbeer, and watching football! :)

neil ~ ooo! us "hye women" are the new "its"? most excellent! thank you ever so much for the report, dear sir!

pt ~ i am glad it gives you that feeling! though now your comment has me craving a big bubble bath. i havent taken one this summer...except if you count the bubble juice all over me when i blow bubbles for jack?

kels ~ i was actually thinking of you yesterday and how amazing it would be to live on a farm and have it rain all day and just be relaxing and all cozied up. i shall do a rain dance for you, m'dear. xoxo

1:21 PM  
Anonymous Lynn said...

I had a very similar Sunday--although it started much later and with COFFEE.

2:03 PM  
Blogger ThursdayNext said...

Lynn ~ What is your Sunday morning poison? ;) Mine is Eight O'Clock coffee French Roast in the french press!

3:20 PM  
Blogger Ryane said...

oh, Hot coffee on a rainy Sunday morning, WITH the NYT's fashion insert. I think I just floated out of myself for a moment.

I haven't had Eight O'Clock coffee in a looong time--makes me think of my mother. And I used to be a french-press girl. That is, until I met my newest, bestest coffee friend: the Cuisinart Grind-n-Brew Thermal coffeepot. It actually starts itself (from a timer) and keeps the coffee hot in a thermal carafe. Quit simply, it is the epitome of civilization as we know it.

=-) oops. Sorry! I tend to wax a bit poetic about that thing...

3:27 PM  
Blogger Marty said...

Or, you could:

1) Wake, ask God for help opening your eyelids
2) Once open, narrowly miss the cat as she clambors near your feet
3) Eat some fruit (mandarin oranges) while reading the ads in the Sunday paper, cause you just like the pictures and cannot stand to read the actual news
4) Marvel that you're not as dim as you sound
5) Smile when you think of coffee you cannot have, knowing that some dark-haired raven is enjoying hers
6) Hope that said dark-haired raven isn't offended at being called a raven
7) Wonder if 'clambor' is actually a word
8) Marvel that your weird sense of humor is understood by anyone
9) Take a shower using Dove's green tea soap which totally is the best soap ever
10) Tell yourself you have a year to work on things, cause 34 will REALLLLLY be old to be in your situation.

But really, your situation is fine. You just need to stop writing about yourself in the 3rd person. And definitely stop harrassing Thursday, cause she's a good girl. Smiles. ;)

(haha. Just teasin' you dearest.)

7:19 PM  
Blogger ThursdayNext said...

Ryane ~ Au contraire, your description of your Cuisineart Grind and Brew had me floating out of myself! I look at my french press tonight and see what a sad little contraption it is compared to your amazing machine. I scoff at thee, oh lowly french press!

Martypants ~ Nevermore would I be offended at being called a raven! Clambor is a word and I had NO idea that Dove makes green tea soap, so I will have to clambor to CVS to get some tomorrow! (After coffee, that is. I can't do much of anything, especially clambor, before coffee)

8:49 PM  
Blogger ThoughtsGalore said...

I love your Sunday.

9:11 AM  

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