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Many tips to make the most beautiful day of the week even more beautiful!
No other day has so much understanding for our laziness, our small sentimentalities and our thirst for adventure. Thanks buddy!
You could once again browse the record collection. And headbanging to the "Paradise City" of Guns N'Roses through the condo, including solo air guitar solo. Or go on a bike ride with a picnic . Or drive over the country, along fields and picking cornflowers ... Sunday is like a good buddy, who joins in every nonsense. You can receive as well in the Schlabber shirt with cucumber mask as in the (Sunday) dress. He is something of the anarcho guy of the week. A relaxed at first glance, thanks to Lionel Richie and Faith No More even has its own anthem that describes in a word, what it feels like: easy - like Sunday Morning.
Only ... this morning will not be tomorrow. By noon at the latest, this one thought pops in front of the pink weekend glasses: Damn! Sunday also has only 24 hours. Just now, while listening to the Sunday riddle (Deutschlandradio Kultur, 10:15 am), he spread out in front of you like a huge sea of time. But if you do not start hooting, the thing has already happened again. Finally, Sunday is synonymous with the transience of the weekend. That gives him a touch of melancholy.
Therefore, look quickly into your own longing shop and ask yourself: What is one really? After some adventure? Okay, a piggyback parachute jump is a bit spontaneous now, but a canoe tour on the next best river is sure to do it. Alternatively, one can of course be content with an "Indiana Jones" DVD.
Can it be a bit of nostalgia ? Then nothing like going up to Grandma's loft. Between super-8 movies and Fifties furniture may still store old love letters. Or rather to indulge in boredom? This precious feeling never really looks past us anyway. And, for example, it's great when you just hang around in the wing chair for three hours and look out the window - which is more relaxing than a club holiday on the Mediterranean .
Of course you could go out too - at least until the next cake shop . During the week you would never enter, but on Sunday weirdly different rules apply. And you can already hear "a piece of Frankfurt wreath, a butter cake and a Florentine, please" say - the more nostalgic the sweet stuff sounds, the better.
This can then be handled even the little inconvenience of Sunday: the tax return, for example. Who imagines, on this day to finally have her big performance. Or relatives visits the unpleasant kind. Oh, what the hell. Next week is Sunday again.
