about Sunday dinner. And The Walking Dead.
I know. It's only Friday. But I was thinking about how much my son and I are enjoying The Walking Dead (even though NOTHING was resolved last week), which made me think how nice it was to end the weekend this way, with a show we both love. It makes Sunday much more pleasant.
Then I thought about how I used to spend Sundays as a kid, back in the olden days when families still had dinner together and the mom actually cooked it, from scratch. My mom used to make the best pot roast with gravy to die for. Afterward, assuming we'd behaved ourselves at the dinner table, we could watch the Sunday Night Disney movie. Unlike kids today, our television viewing habits were strictly monitored and limited (which is why I was such an avid reader - a trait I thank my parents for) so watching was a real treat. One of my favorites was about a cat names Tabitha.
A far cry from The Walking Dead, eh?