I always feel obliged to take a nap on Sunday afternoons even if I am not particularly tired. It was a family tradition in my growing-up years; my dad, who worked tirelessly 6 days a week in his machine shop, really needed his Sunday nap. My mom napped also and so did my sister when she was little. That left me, who was not at all interested in napping. Thank goodness,my parents allowed me to go to the Sunday afternoon matinees in a small town theater when movie tickets cost about 20 cents and you could get popcorn for 5 cents or 10 cents(small and large bags!!) If I was so lucky as to have 25 cents on a Sunday I could have one bag of popcorn and see the movie….if my daddy was feeling extra generous, I might get 50 cents and wow!!!…. I could see the movie, have two large bags of popcorn and a treat at the restaurant next door where I called my dad to come and pick me up!!! Sunday was a big deal at that young age. Now I find myself wanting to nap, like my parents always did. When I was still un-retired, it was a necessity! I needed that extra charge to start the work week. Now it just seems like I should. because it is a tradition!! Today I am kind of in need of the Sunday Nap; I spent an exciting day on Saturday working as a Fargo Marathon volunteer and it was a true blast! All the time I helped hand out the gatorade and the water at our aid station, I was revved up on adrenalin…couldn’t drink coffee due to avoidance of porta-potty emergencies (we didn’t have one near us). Surely was fun seeing the runners (half Marathoners and full Marathoners) come through our station; we got some good comments from some of the runners; one older guy came to us and asked if any of us "girls" did heart transplants! As we called out to them with "gatorade! water!" one woman answered back with "Aleve? Advil? Tylenol? Anything?" Another runner answered the gatorade-water calls with "Whiskey" ! A younger guy wanted morphine! And then there was the cynical younger woman, who looked pretty tired and done in and when she was asked if she needed anything, she said, "Yes, I need a ^##@–!! ride! I need to delete the kind of ride she wanted. (blush-blush) I am old; I didn’t know women talked that way! It was great fun for the volunteers at our station. We got tired from the wind, the sun, the fresh air, and standing on the concrete but those runners are the ones that must be napping today (I hope) At the Dome later I enjoyed seeing one of the older guys cross the finish line and get down and kiss it just after he crossed it. I hope he is having a great nap right now. I think I shall go see if my recliner is calling my name.
