Sundays at the L

Sundays are usually our time to just be; hanging out on our back deck, in our tiny corner of something very close to paradise. We call it the L, which was derived from a photo posted to my Facebook wall years ago:

Which then prompted someone to say that there probably shouldn't be any poo in it, either. So, we shortened it to the “L”, which also works nicely to abbreviate “The Loveless Veranda and Resort”.

Anyway, almost every Sunday during the summer for the past few years, our dear friends (do you have the friends who are family, not just friends? If not, you should get some.) have been coming over. We laugh a lot, drink a little, eat a lot, laugh some more, maybe swim a little. It's a total no-pressure, no obligation, all fun kind of day.

Today, we have parties to go to, and our friends have guests staying with them. The L will sit vacant on a Sunday. It's not that I don't want to go to these parties, I like the people who invited us, a lot. Both parties are at neighbor's houses, so they're really close. I even know what I'm going to wear!

There's just something about Sundays at the L that makes us all feel a little more ready to start the week. The laughter we create on Sunday helps on Monday. Maybe we'll do a scaled-down version on Tuesday. That happens to be someone's birthday.