No Homework

It was Sunday yesterday. I hate Sundays. Mostly because the next day is Monday and if there’s one thing you hate more than a Sunday it’s a Monday. But as the soft afternoon sun stroked the clouds that looked extra fluffy from the balcony of the guitarist’s office I started to wonder why I hated Sundays so much.

The Missing Sandwich (TMS) sat down next to me on a bed of cusions that were so comfortable it was almost a crime. The beer delivery man had just brought us some cool beer and the guitarist was strumming let it be on his guitar while our voices rose to the ocassion.

We spoke about our lives over the waves of music that passed beneath our conversation, almost like an episode from a tv show. We spoke of why it was so difficult for some people to let go and others to just hold on. We spoke of how we’re always the ones getting hurt but also how the next person who comes along probably feels the same way. We talked about music, about how it makes us feel.

We called Room Service and ordered stuff from Coffee Bean. I’m telling you, a pure chocolate ice blend is a notch less than perfect for a Sunday afternoon with friends.

In truth, none of us lived complicated lives. But we ourselves were complicated people. He wanted to start something new. She wanted to stop something old. I wanted a little bit of both, in reverse.

Yet somehow, through all the words, I kept thinking of why I hated Sundays so much. It was a decent enough day of the week. Probably the only one that allowed you to relax as much as it did. But I hated it. Then I fell asleep.

While I lay there caught between the real world and dreamland there had been more people who’d arrived. I could hear their laughter and their movement in the distance. I woke up unwillingly and I felt good. I looked out the balcony that I was sleeping next to, the fluffy clouds had almost completely disappeared and all that was left was a clear blue sky with a hint of lightning in the distance. Beautiful. And then it hit me. I didn’t have homework.

When I was a kid, Sunday was a reminder of school the next day. It was also a reminder of all the homework I hadn’t completed. I hated school and therefore I hated homework more, which was why I hated Sundays. But now, I didn’t have any homework.

Yea sure, life was far more of a mess, what with having to deal with work and relationships and friends and enemies and financial issues and gossip and insurance and, well you know…

But… isn’t it great to know that we can still find the joys that are attached to the little things? Like, not having any homework.

So maybe I won’t wait for Sundays like my life depended on it, but at least I don’t hate it anymore.

Have a great week ya’ll!