Sunday Sunday Sunday

Some Sundays are special, but not all can be that way or we wouldn't see the rainbow in the random puffy cloud of life. Sunday brunches make me smile; a little a coffee, a little cocktail, a little time to just relax... I have to admit, I dream of a "Sunday Kind of Love." I'm not a Sunday's Child, but I'm romantic all around. There's nothing better than waking up on a Sunday next to that special someone who wants to make your breakfast! I love spending the day in the park with a friend as well as holding hands with a lover in the grass... These are moments of my fancy and these are the Sundays that keep me moving on to Mondays with ease.

Many Sundays are dedicated to cleaning house, running personal errands, doing homework, and basically getting ready for the week ahead. I am detaching from the work week as I speak. Lucky me, I've had two magical Sundays in a row and I have another one planned. Both so far have involved well-timed rain storms.

A few weeks ago, I spent the day at Governors Island with a companion. It used to be a military base which protected NYC back in the day. Now it is the public property of City Parks and Wildlife and is used as a concert area and a beautiful park with the best vistas of Lady Liberty on the planet! On this Island between Brooklyn, Manhattan and Staten Island, we melted into a hammock staring out at the Statue of Liberty. She revealed what felt like a momentary hurricane. We tried to stick it out in our tree swing, but we had to run for cover and it was lovely there.

Last Sunday was epic! It began with the Big Apple BBQ Fest where we relished ribs and listened to good psychobilly music. It got too crowded to stand on line for a side item so we let our feet do the walking... I predicted it would rain as soon as we got to the waterfront. On our Eastward journey, we happened upon a street fair where we got exactly what we craved, corn-on-the-cob from the grill. It sustained us all the way to the river... There, we saw lots of people waiting on line for an unknown event and it turned out to be a celebration of "interracial partnership equality," go figure!

As I suspected, it began to rain but just in time we found a pagoda overlooking the East River. Safe in our Sunday shelter we sat and watched the world go by. A drenched dog owner took shelter and told us a miraculous story about this Mocking Bird that was dive-bombing dogs in the park the past month. She pointed her out and told us how this bird had gone after her pooch several times. Apparently dog owners talk and it seems that this bird is protecting her nest. Funny, but she doesn't go after humans, only dogs. I bet she was cat in her former life.

Then, this Muslim woman took her umbrella and raised it up into a wild blackberry bush to pick the fruits and eat them immediately. We copied her genius and picked some blackberries of our own. The black of the berries dyed my companion's hands a tad bit, but the juice was perfectly sweet, distinctly fresh, and a welcome treat. Afterward, we crashed the random party and I danced a little. Then we caught a funny movie and I ended the day by watching True Blood and drinking delicious red wine with my best friend.

This Sunday, my companion and I are going to check out the historical landmark, Greenwood Cemetery. It is just South of Prospect Park, contains the highest point in Brooklyn, and was built in 1838. I have a map and a reference booklet so I'm ready to take it all in and hopefully have a picnic amongst the fortunate dead. There are famous people, beautiful tombs, and amazing views of NYC. I have a feeling that this outing will make three magical Sundays in a row... No rain is in the forecast and we probably won't need to seek shelter. However, Basquiat and Boss Tweed are calling me over to spend Sunday within their realm.