For Week #34 of our Sunday Songs Series, we’ll be giving a listen to Jessica Simpson’s You’re My Sunday. While crafting her lyrics, she drew upon heartfelt feelings for her soulmate… and that served as inspiration to her artful simile… i.e., her comparing his mind and soul-soothing influence over her to a Sunday (a kickback and enjoy life “day of rest”). Talking to AOL, she effusively elaborated re their relationship…
“He inspires me to be a better person. He just makes my life peaceful. In the midst of all the chaos, the gossip, the tabloids and people’s expectations of me, it’s nice to know that a guy loves you for who you are. So ‘You’re My Sunday’ is dedicated to him.”
Of course… even to the occasional Simpson listener… i.e., one unaware of that backstory… her words could also be interpreted as the Sunday Day… all by itself… arriving just in the nick of time… to rescue us all from humankind’s rat-race. However… if your sentiments are anything like mine… we’ve all been lamenting over one nearly inescapable fact of life… namely that… in our 24/7 world… Sunday days of rest can be scarce.
Oh… how I yearn to return to my own, long lost, leisurely, small-town Sundays. In those days of yore… with few exceptions… e.g. our “Mom ’n’ Pop” grocery store… business owners and their staffs were at home… enjoying some much-earned, time off with their kinfolk. My own, typical family routine would find us attending early a.m. church services and, afterwards, discussing our Pastor’s sermon perhaps  while flipping thru the pages of the two Sunday newspapers we subscribed to,  during one of our leisurely joyrides about town, or  in the course of one of our sit-down suppers.
I can still, virtually, taste Mom’s to-die-for pot-roasts, loaded with browned spuds, carrots, green peppers and onions… all “swimming” in the vast sea of thick. beef gravy.
I can also vividly recall my very favorite Father G sermon… his wisdom and wit expressed during a blistering midsummer heatwave…
“Whew… it sure is hot today. But never forget there’s a place that’s even hotter! End of sermon!”
Once the KP was done, our lazy Sunday truly began winding down. Courtesy of the (then) three (yep only three) major TV networks, we were treated to primetime viewing fare inclusive of  the boy-and-his-beloved-dog drama Lassie,  the bratty sitcom Dennis the Menace,  a variety show MC’d by Ed Sullivan,  the western drama Bonanza,  a reality TV / viral video precursor (Alan Funt’s) Candid Camera,  the game show What’s My Line. and  the local, 11 o’clock newscast.
Now that I’ve related my own Sunday reveries, maybe you’d like to share yours? The comment section below can be your forum.
Hmm… seeing how I’ve become completely lost within my fond memories of pastoral phenomena and past repasts… how the latter has evoked hunger pangs for my breakfast… well… what better time for me to get lost… right?
In order to give you enough time to find a good hiding place (jk)… be forewarned… I’’ll be back seven days from now with another edition of our Sunday Song Series.
Hope to see you back here then… if not sooner.