Exercising an old habit today caused a pause to reflect of the roots of that habit. In my family of origin we always went to church and, of course, it always was at 11:00. Arriving home from church mom would prepare dinner, the noon meal in a rural setting. While she was doing that boys would do chores, which at noon mostly required feeding the calves in the barn. There may have been something to do for the chickens.
Here's where the habit comes in. Dad would never let us leave the house for the barn until we'd changed out of our Sunday church clothes. Arriving home from church today the first thing I did was change out of my Sunday church clothes. 😀 Yup, old habits die hard.
Takk for alt,
Al
I was 60 when Lisa and I climbed Kilimanjaro.
1 comment:
I am going to sound like a curmudgeon. For a lot people their church clothes and chore clothes are one and the same.
Post a Comment