Sunday Morning Coming Down

Kris Kristofferson, one of Daddy’s admired artists, composed and sang a song titled “Sunday Morning Coming Down.” Daddy wants the two of you, Ms. Bodhi and Mister Buddha, to someday listen to the song and understand the poetry behind a harsh realization that sometimes a day following a celebration of sorts (the song is much darker, and about a much more sobering, no pun intended, subject) brings a difficult day to follow. After our Saturday travel adventure from yesterday, this Sunday was very much a day of coming down.

Both Mommy and Daddy were exhausted from our trip, and not much happened around our house throughout the morning and afternoon, other than Daddy having a late morning reading of the Sunday newspaper which GiGi and GiPa give us each Sunday. Much more of interest to each of you, both GiGi and GiPa made a visit to see the two of you, and with special interest in seeing your new hair-cut, Mister BuddhaJ. Everyone agrees your new hair-do makes you look so much older, and frankly we all look forward to the return of our little Buddha babyJ. Daddy and Mommy both agree that you look incredibly like your Great Uncle Tony and your Great, Great Uncle Dan and Papaw!!!

So, our Sunday would have proven rather uneventful but for the short visit from GiGi and GiPa (which is never a long-enough visit for the two of you!), and indeed Daddy didn’t even venture out of the house until almost five p.m. to run to the mall and return a shirt. Daddy then stopped and purchased some perennial flowers for our outdoor backyard botanical garden under construction by Mommy, and indeed Mommy asked if Daddy would go back again and purchase a few additional flowers, so Daddy loaded up the two of you, Princess Bodhi and Prince Buddha, and off we went!

We arrived at the “flower store” just as it was closing, so we drove to a couple of other prospective nursery locations but found everything closed for the Sunday evening, so we headed home empty handed. Upon return home, we played outside for a short time before finally going inside for a trip to the bathtub where Mommy overcame her weekend exhaustion to give each of you a very much needed bath before bedtime.

After bath time, it was an incredibly short trip to bed for everyone! In fact, as usual Mommy stayed up late finishing some house cleaning, and restoring order to our home from our weekend adventure, while Ms. Bodhi slipped off to a quiet dreamland, and while Daddy and young Mister Buddha snored logs almost as loud as Mommy’s vacuum cleaner. Hey Mommy, it’s just the guys’ way of saying, “Night, night.”

Love, love love!!!