Sunday, December 09, 2012

Sunday

I like Sunday mornings. Maybe because there is no schedule? Because ES and I can contemplate the possibilities of the day, beginning with that first meandering conversation in bed. This morning, the questions were: Shall we see a late afternoon movie? Choices are Anna Karenina, The Life of Pi or Silver Linings Playbook. Shall we go to the MFAH to see War/Photography: Images of Armed Conflict and Its Aftermath and a newly acquired Bouguereau painting of Madonna and child that ES's breakfast group says is 'over the top'.
Note: ES says all of Bouguereau paintings are over the top. He adds, "Bouguereau is everything that the impressionists were not. And he made tons of money."
This Sunday's breakfast was a plate of gluten-free waffles, sausage patties and a platter of berries and fresh pear slices mixed with slices of one of those incredible Meyer lemons. I heated the pears and lemon slices together on the stove top to mingle their juices. Served with yogurt and maple syrup, they absolutely covered those waffles with sweetness.
We perused a bit of the NYT. Ate every bite of the waffles and fruit. ES and I then decided what we really wanted to do on this, or any other day, was retire to our quiet places, he to paint and I to write. We put off the museum, but did commit to a movie. Went on-line to buy two senior tickets to Anna Karenina for late afternoon.

ES left for his studio and I was instantly distracted by the bees hovering over the paper plant blooms in the back garden.  Of course, I went outside to photograph them.
I was distracted again by a photgraph of pink lusterware, in an old 2000 issue of Martha Stewart's Weddings, a leftover from Caroline's wedding planning days. Yep, just pulled the magazine from a shelf and found a photo of dishes I bought months ago at The Guild Shop. After reading more about them, it turns out that they were made in a similar fashion to those 14th - 16th century platters and bowls that Aggie and I found mouthwatering beautiful in the Museum of Paris. Before the last firing of these dishes, a metallic lustre is applied. Technique was first devleoped in the 9th century in Persia.
This pink lusterware info is not particularly relevant, but it does demonstrate how I tend to meander amongst the belongings in my house and certainly, I meander all the time in my mind.
Note: I did do some writing today, too. And then there is this blog post too.
One more thing. Just read an opinion piece in today NYT. Apparently, it's no accident that Christmas shopping is often difficult and unpleasant and loud.  In 'Suffer. Spend. Repeat.', Oliver Burkeman writes that retailers purposely make it that way. Studies show that we tend to spend more money and make more impulse purchases when we must overcome heavy duty holiday music soundtracks of The Little Drummer Boy, or when we must hasten from one end of a store to the other for special offers and therefore, walk by a boatload of other items that could suddenly pique our interest.
Enough of this self-indulgent blogging. ES is home from his studio. It's time to put on street clothes and go see Anna Karenina. I do like Sundays.


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