Sunday Morning Contemplation

It’s Sunday morning. The ditty by the Velvet Underground announcing the fact comes to mind, the perfect brunch-time song written by Lou Reed and John Cale.

Sunday morning
Brings the dawn in
It’s just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It’s just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around you who will call
It’s nothing at all

Sunday morning
And I’m falling
I’ve got a feeling I don’t want to know
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It’s all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around you who will call
It’s nothing at all

Ordinarily I would prepare to jump into my Niva and go off to adventure. But today, I have to mop the linoleum floors in the kitchen and foyer. Then I have to scrub the bathtub since I haven’t done it in five months–maybe my wife did it at some point afterwards, I don’t know. Yesterday was laundry day–I am privileged to have a washing machine as it was installed shortly before we moved in here. My apartment is fantastic–always sun shining in, a sprawling front balcony, huge bedrooms–kind of wasted space for a room you use eight hours a day while unconscious, but nice anyway. It’s a great place to spend the day, I never feel compelled to get out when I need to for some reason, the only place I have had in which I have felt wholly comfortable, even serene despite some bombastic blowouts with my wife before she left for Costa Rica.

The autumn is coming. September is the most enjoyable month to spend in Armenia. Next week I hope to go to wine country in the south, I have always wanted to visit while the grapes were ripening on the vine. I was going to visit there today but errands compel me to remain in the city. The grapes might all be harvested already but you never know. There is always next year….

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