So Valentine’s Day is over. The Old Man has stayed close to hearth and home today. It appears we have found a new favorite restaurant, Rare Chop and Steak House, in Mt. Vernon. We had been there 13 years ago it was time for a return visit. The Winter Olympics are fascinating, especially the Curling. MJ is explaining the rules to me. Sunday night was when Lassie and The Wonderful World of Disney aired when I was a kid. Also, Mutual Of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom. Ever present with these end-of-weekend television programs was the sure knowledge that school began in the morning, and the freedom to do what I wanted was going away for another five days. Earl would look out the kitchen windows on Monday morning to see if the promise of rain was present. He was a lineman, and they did not work in the rain. He reported for work and waited for an hour, when the foreman called a rain day, and he came home a happy man. Earl was like me; he did not want to return to school either.

Life requires some discipline. We show up in the rain. We were telling Jennifer about visiting the catacombs in Sicily, where the dead were inches away from us, wearing their Sunday best. A gentleman who fancied himself a Casanova was wearing his best and standing with glass eyes affixed in his eye sockets to see the pretty women who visited. There was a little girl who was so well preserved that she appeared to be sleeping. Our tour guide for Sicily told us that when trials are held, the defendants are transported to and from the courthouse on roads under the ground to prevent the Mafia from interfering.

Sunday night signals that it is time to begin again. Even we retired folk feel the stirring call and hear the race pistol. Life has rhythms, and the rhythm of Sunday night, being the beginning of the week, is ironclad. We, people of the Earth, know we have been placed here for a reason, and we do not want to miss our limited opportunity to make a difference. Since my retirement over 15 years ago, I feel I have to get out of my house each day and accomplish something. Usually, that is a mixture of grocery shopping, walking, and photography. A Blog each day is my passion. My blogging represents a desire since childhood to write each day.

‘Success requires dedication,’ Chet said. ‘If you want to become proficient in a discipline, you must practice immersion,’ Chet noted. ‘Doubts in your ability to address a problem dissipate as you study and work to succeed,’ Chet smiled. ‘Success is incremental,’ Chet noted. ‘The more you do something, the better you become,’ Chet laughed. ‘People tell me they enjoy my photos and I reply that I am an amateur,’ Chet continued. ‘However, I have taken several hundred thousand photos over the past years,’ Chet winked.

Sunday has inherent in it rest and recuperation, a time to reflect and renew. A time to reflect on the miracle of the French Quarter in New Orleans and marvel at the people you met. Our world is full of so much love and acceptance that we never feel. When you expose yourself to someone different than you, you expand who you are. Sunday night is a good time to think Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy of Saturday Night Live fame. There is a time to rest and a time to cease from resting.