A run
With plenty of spray,
Two parts grossed out,
One part just trotting along.

A hike
With plenty of sun,
Companions out for a walk
Sniffing all the smells.

A ride
On fat tires and potholed roads,
More of a fitness test
Than recreational endeavor.

A Sunday
Where there was time for napping,
Nascar, and golf,
Plus plenty of joking,
All there to fight off Monday…

The days off
Might just be the best.
Work can drag a man down
But thank goodness for Sundays and rest.

So why not go for a long run
Watch a bunch of football
Sneak in a nap or two
Then wait for nightfall.

And work tomorrow.

Donuts and guitar licks
Make an enjoyable
Sunday morning.

It’s weird listening
To my son play guitar
And sing his own songs.

Especially when he sings
About the Waffle House.
Hmmm, there’s an idea…

So I called up my daughter
And guilted her
Into quitting her workout

And getting a waffle!

That’s what we did,
Sitting at the counter
And soaking in the onion smell.

The drive home
Was in an out of Amish traffic
Through the rolling hills of Pennsylvania.

Getting home was good,
Except for my dog doing his own roll
Through the slop of Pennsylvania.

Now I’m sitting here
With my wife and mother-in-law
Finishing off a great day.

“Humph, who put this couch here?”
Said the guy after
Napping for two hours.

His last words had been,
“I’m just closing my eyes
For fifteen minutes.”

His wife knew better.
It was Sunday.

How is it
That weekends pass so quickly?
How is it
That coats pile up so quickly?

I don’t know.

I’d like a college schedule
Like my son and nephew.
Their weeks now free,
Their long term responsibilities
Measured in hours.

I know…Dreaming…

How about I start
By enjoying this sun drenched Sunday?
How about I start
By putting these coats away?