Sunday -- My Most Favorite Day (Now)

It has nothing to do with religious significance.  If that were the case, I'd like Saturdays the best; it's the sabbath.  No, it all began when Sundays were my WORST day.  I was in restaurant management and the places I worked had a different menu on Sundays -- Sunday Brunch.

So first off you have new menu items for cooks and servers to know about and perform at the same level of expertise even though we only do this for four or five hours out of the 100+ hours a week we were open.  Not alot of practice time.

Next the staff itself is usually your newer people.  It was typical to reward our 'core' people with the schedules they wanted, within reason.  Not many wanted that shift and, if they got it, were quick to trade it away.  The result was the same.  Your lesser experienced people working this crazy shift.

Then church gets out.  And all of a sudden the place goes from empty to SLAMMED in 30 minutes.  Are you getting my picture?  I HATED Sundays because as I was always the guy ultimately in charge.  Even if I wasn't working that day, I'm a phone call away from, "Nik, the prep cook that always makes the hollandaise called in sick.  What do I do?"

So when I got to the point in my life I wasn't working Sundays anymore -- because I'm out of the restaurant biz -- it became a sign of success.  Laying around in bed all morning, occasionally with good reason, watching movies or other fun things people might do when being lazy in bed.  But doing nothing but chillax.

Today I have the pleasure of sitting on the balcony at my brother's house looking out over a pool, lake and wooded area watching the sun come up.  I'm sitting with my coffee listening to the wildlife, mostly birds.  There are more visible birds in FL.  These guys up here make a lot of noise but stay fairly hidden.

A lot more trees here.  And BIG ones, at that.  I'm looking OVER the top of the house next door to the end of the cul de sac where there is a MONSTER Oak tree at least 80 or 100' WIDE and more than 200' tall.  It's REALLY big.  And majestic. There are actually a lot of mature trees around but this one has been nurtured to the point that it dominates the corner.

It's the sunrises and sunsets everyday in my life that give me pause to thank GOD for what I have and hopefully be just one HALF the man that Dizzy (my brothers dog) thinks I am.  With the Fourth falling on Wednesday this year it really screws things up for people as they try to plan their time off.  But we should always remember these seven special days out of 365 to commemorate something very significant that should not be forgotten or taken lightly.  This Fourth of July remember to thank GOD that you live in the greatest country on Earth.

 (Not that Canada, Mexico, Spain or any of the others are bad.  I have been to these places and more. But, there is NO WHERE else I want to call home.)