Sunday Fun Day ?

 The weekend...time to relax and renew.  Or at least that's what we hope or maybe dream of.  But its holiday time and I, like I'm sure many of you, are cramming as much into the (cold and often dark) days as we can.  This weekend, particularly Sunday, was no exception. (Who said Sunday should be a day of rest?  You think I'm listening to God?)

While Saturday might have been somewhat "calm" (I did bake several dozen chocolate cinnamon cookies, but had prepped much the night before), Sunday was a slightly different story.


Sunday morning I woke up at 3:30ish (ugh) and couldn't get back to sleep.  (It figures.)  I gave up at about 5:30 (which depending on the day is either late or the "normal" time for me to haul my butt out of bed) and got ready for church.  (Church #1)  I headed over a little earlier than usual, as I wanted to speak to some people before the service. (Church #1 has made me feel welcome as a newcomer and I so appreciate it.) Normally I would socialize afterwards, but I had busy day.  I actually didn't stay for the full service as I had to get on the road by around 8:45 to head back to NJ. (Note:  I found a break in the service and left at around 8:40)  Traffic was light (thank goodness) and I got off the highway a little early to stop at Wawa for coffee.  There were several fire trucks/rescue vehicles in the parking lot, which made me nervous, but then I realized they were pulling out and that Santa was on one of the trucks.  Coffee and Santa, seemed like a good thing.

So why was I heading back to NJ on a Sunday? Well I was meeting my son at church (church #2, of the day) in NJ and had agreed to sing with the choir that morning.  (I was an active member in the choir until we purchased the house in the Poconos and became involved in the congregation at church #1there.)  After a quick rehearsal (with a fellow soprano so I knew what I was doing), I sat down next to my son and enjoyed the service (love it when the pastor calls Mary, the mother of Jesus, a bad ass!)  After the service, I had a little time to catch up with friends who I haven't seen in a while and wish them a Merry Christmas 

But there wasn't that much time, as it was off to yet another church (#3) where my son (and I) were volunteering sorting/boxing food donations for the food pantry.  Originally this had been planned for last Sunday (and I wouldn't have been around), but the snow put a damper on that.  In my home town, one Sunday in December Santa comes around on a firetruck with music and candy canes to share.  If you are so inclined, his "helpers" (rescue squad and fire personnel) collect canned food for the pantry.  Because of the snow, Santa's trek was delayed and hence the sorting this Sunday.  Time was of the essence as the pantry will be open Saturday, December 27th.  I was happy to lend a hand and work alongside my son as well as his 2nd grade teacher, her son, and other friends from town.  There were a LOT of donations (a good thing), but with so many helpers, it didn't take more than 90 minutes. (Amazing when you consider all the bags that had to be unloaded and items put in their proper place.)

Once done, my son ran to get us bagels.  (I'm not sure it was for breakfast or lunch...) I went to fill up my tank and then it was back to the house in NJ.  My son put his car away in the garage, we ate and then we put his suitcase and other "stuff" in my car.  We hit the road back to the Poconos earlier than I thought, which was great because it was still light out and traffic wasn't too bad

We pulled in way before dusk which meant that the whole family could participate in the lighting of the menorah on the final night of Hanukkah! (Note:  not a photo of our actual menorah, but...)


Then it was out to our local bar/grille for dinner, which was lovely.  (It always is.  And while our favorite server, Amber, was not working that night, we were taken care of by...another Amber!)


Oh, and somewhere in all of this, we (my son and I) made some more biscotti.  (Which for some reason did not mix as well as usual.  I have no idea why.  We didn't do any add ins; so it's just "plain" biscotti.)  As usual, it doesn't look to great.  (I'm not going to win any contests for beautiful food.)  However, it tastes; WONDERFUL.


And somehow Sunday was over.  Here we are again at Monday.  I'm not sure if Sunday was 100% a fun day, but it was a day!  How many hours till I can crawl back into bed?


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