Sunday used to be

 I was sitting here reflecting upon Sundays past. Like decades past. 

From thefarside.com for October 26, 2025

I recall when Chris and I were first married, I was thrilled about receiving two Sunday newspapers. We would lie in bed, engrossed in the Sunday comics, and then I would devour the business and sports sections. By the end of our reading session, my hands were blackened with newsprint ink.

One of my favorites was The Far Side. Who can resist laughing at the humorous scene of a boy attempting to enter the School for the Gifted by pushing on the pull door?

As our family grew, we would prepare a pancake or French toast breakfast before heading to church. Sunday mornings were always a blur as we rushed to complete our tasks and make it to church on time. Chris and I would often sing in the choir, while the kids attended Sunday studies, leaving us with little time to rest before our 9 AM church service.

Beautiful Florida Morning on my Bike
Tequesta, FL
October 24, 2025

It was a race against time, and we were always out of breath by the time we got home.

As a child, my Sunday mornings were quite similar, except during the summer months, after church, I had to mow the lawn. It was a grueling task that took me five hours to complete with a push mower.

Sundays have become more relaxed. I write my daily blog while listening to the news on TV, as Chris prepares breakfast and also watches the news. We usually sit together for a while to discuss the day’s events or the upcoming week, and we make plans for the week ahead.

The upcoming week is filled with exciting plans. We’re traveling to Maryland to celebrate Beck’s first Halloween and reconnect with family and friends. This will be the first of three trips to Maryland during the holidays. 

-- Bob Doan, Tequesta, FL