Sunday Mornings

I am sure there is some song about Sunday mornings, but I cannot remember it right now. There is one about Monday mornings, by Neil Young, but that's not really "on topic".

Anyway, I'm often criticized for many things around my house--lack of cleaning, general laziness, bad language, and not posting on this blog. Since I'm incapable or just unwilling to deal with the first three issues, let me try and address the forth by posting here.

Specifically, I wanted to post about an emerging Sunday ritual I have going with Mae. Each weekend morning, Alison and I trade off on getting up early with Mae. Sundays are generally my day. It's a "win" to be spending early morning time with Mae, but it's a "win win" (as they say in the biz) when it's me, Mae, and a golf tournament. This past weekend was the British Open, which started at 6am or something ungodly like that.

So, there I was, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, giving Mae her breakfast and watching the best in the world try to navigate St. Andrews. And this leads us to another criticism leveled against me--that I turn on the TV with Mae. I plead guilty to this, but only when the programming is one of three things: 1) Golf, 2) Chicago's lovable losers, the Chicago Cubs or 3) "So You Thought You Could Be A Chippendales Dancer"--great show.

The way I figure it, golf is pretty harmless. To her, it's just a big green screen with dudes speaking in hushed tones. Right? No violence, no sex, and, unfortunately for us all, no rock n' roll. I mean, in our family full of voluble characters, whispering British guys are probably a welcome relief for her.

If you watched the British Open, you know it was dreadfully boring. Some S. African guy who reminded me of Opi Taylor/Richie Cunningham won the tournament. Dude was ugly. However, as he walked up the 18th fairway, the Scots, Brits, and the other generally docile beings of the northerly British Isles stood and clapped. We watched.

And then my daughter decided to join in. Clapping is her new favorite thing, so it was only natural that she would join her friends in GB and give this new Open Champion a round of applause.

Plays well with others: Check.

Next stop--a baseball game.