Pardon me for a moment while I throw up...

Sun-day, as its name suggests should be a sunny day - right? (weather permitting of course!) All joyful, sunny and happy. You sleep, eat, pray and play. That's why it's not called 'Rainday' or Stormday' or 'Bankruptday'. The good lord when he planned the day, had it in mind that the Sabbath should be a day when we totally unwind, eat chicken pot pie, put the work boots away and replenish our batteries for the long week ahead and to get ourselves psyched up for MOONday - a day when most people feel tired, cranky and moody - which is why the Boomtown Rats with Sir Bob at the helm, had that big hit 'I don't like Mondays...I want to shoot them down...down...down'. In fact I frequently find myself singing that song in the car, as I drive sleepyhead passengers to school. To stay awake on those dark moonday mornings, my favourite road game is counting the fender-benders.

Today, Sunday started off as anticipated - sunny, deliciously decadent and peaceful. Lulu had been a good girl and did not pee in the bed lastnight so that was nice. Since my automatic coffee maker was still in Vancouver, I brewed it up myself and brought my steaming mug of delicious creamy coffee into the bedroom to enjoy. I filled the hot water bottle with fresh hot water and headed back into the snuggest place in town - bed! Normally when himself is around we listen to nice soft music like Cat Stephens and his gorgeous song 'Morning has broken' or the Eagles or even Leonard Cohen, though he usually sounds better at night with his sleepy, hypnotic voice. So anyway that was this morning.

Later I headed into the living room and turned on the t.v. to enjoy a bit of distraction while I ate my toasted muffin with organic blackberry jam - delish! (I am telling you this by way of explaining what a 'typical' simple abundance day should be like). I agree it is harder to do the SA thing with everybody rushing here and there on school mornings. You get better at it...

As soon as I turned on the noise box, all the bad stuff came shooting out at me like bullets - bang bang bang - (not too unusual these days when you turn on the telly) - Belgian massacre of innocents in Kindergarten, murder and savage beating of elderly lady for her pension and wedding ring, road death of 3 kids (14-16) - same age as two of mine - who bought an old crock of a car for a bit of adventure and ended up dead before they had even completed high school. Then the economy...the economy. Jeez...I thought to myself - why didn't I just keep listening to Cat Stephens!

I was trying to get happy again and then I saw it! - yes flicking the remote control, I stumbled upon a documentary about a girl who had just had a bust enlargement operation and was going out to buy new bras with her friend. "Do you think X will like it?" she asked her friend, as she tried on a black lace bra. "That's a given" the friend replied. The girl who had the operation was a gorgeous auburn haired young lady, with a slim figure and lovely eyes. It showed her before, and after the operation - there was really very little difference I thought. Then the evening came...and she got all dressed up in a glittery evening dress to meet 'The One'. When I saw him - I got such a let down! 'The One' or 'X' or 'King Kong' as I shall call him - was fat, slobbery, greasy and disgusting looking - he made Hulk Hogan look like an anorectic!

I thought to myself surely he must be a very nice fellow and that deep down beneath his fatty apron midriff - he had a heart of gold. Just like the beast in Beauty and the Beast. I was trying to help her out - mentally - you know what I mean. I suppose when he's testing her new coconuts tonight, she could always put a double bag over his face and an empty can of beans at the end of the bed to trap any melted fat, like I have in the kitchen when I am frying pork chops. Then 'X' opened his mouth and revealed the heart of a true MCP (male chauvinist pig). The first thing he said he did when she got 'the job' done was check the Playboy website and now he could proudly acknowledge she had the same statistics as a Playboy Bunny - exact! He now had his own living, walking, talking Playboy doll. Wonderful.

What did she get out of the bargain? Nothing - that I could see. He was delighted with himself - no diets for him - or enlargement operations, as he oinked down his gargantuan t-bone and belched up the beer. Why is life so unfair for females? I mean we are supposed to be the smarter gender and yet when I see stuff like that I wonder... Maybe she had dieted all her life and lost all her brain cells? There has to be an answer...

I have decided not to discuss anything as vulgar such as money on Sundays - After all, it is the Lord's Day. Suffice to say I have stuck to my guns - for the first time ever my purse remained as fat today as it was on Moonday - and never once did I return to the ATM machine for more...Trumpets please...(whisper - I saved at least $200 this week - no kidding!)

Sunday will be our Simple Abundance day. I know I promised to give you a recipe for vege lasagne and prayers and nice things. If you don't mind I will wait until tomorrow as I want to give my daughters a lecture on what not to bring home to Moma, by way of a Son-in-Law!

Slainte (Irish for good health).

Patricia Delisha xxx