Our Sunday Afternoon

By Jim Hagarty

My perfect Sunday afternoon today.

Mom asleep in the living room recliner.
Daughter asleep on the living room loveseat.
Dad asleep on the living room couch.
Dog asleep on Dad.
Cat asleep on the living room carpet.
Secondary cat asleep on the computer chair.

Can’t remember which one, but I think we were observing one of the Ten Commandments. And being unconscious, were unable to break any of the other nine.

For an hour, at least.

It was nice.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.