Closed on Sundays, really
If you are one of the rare few who still stops by Closed on Sundays periodically to see if there is an update, I'm so sorry that it's been this long since our last post. I'm even sorrier to say that this will probably be the last post ever.
On our first trip up to Pololu Valley, Onaona and I decided it a romantic notion that there are still small, locally-owned and run stores that choose not to open for business on Sundays. The almighty dollar doesn't hold sway over everything, and some people would rather have the day off. It was a pain in our collective ass that morning, because there was nowhere for us to use the restroom. But, imagining ourselves in the same position, owning a business that is as close to us as home, we thought it nice that there are still people out there who prefer to sleep in than to make an extra four dollars selling us a cappuccino. That morning, we saw several signs in storefront windows casually mentioning, "Closed on Sundays."
Anyway, I hate to be the guy who has that website that was last updated in 1998, so I'm going to eventually take this one down. The fact of the matter is, I just don't have that much to say these days. They say about songwriters, there needs to be an extremity of emotion to have something to write about. It would be difficult to write about the average time you had on your average day with your averagely interesting friends. You need to have happiness and grief. That's why songs are all about love and sadness (and partying). I do, of course, have love, but I was never good at writing about that. I'm much better at complaining and making fun, and there's just not that much for me to complain about these days. I couldn't imagine my life working out any better than it is.
I might once again have a blog, someday in the future. And Onaona always has the family website. But for now, I really am Closed on Sundays.
I will leave you this one last thing. It seems, I made a mistake in my last post, months ago. Note the picture below:
This cow has horns and udders! Holy moly. Suffice it to say, I confused cows for deer. While female reindeer can have horns, female woodland deer (Bambi's mom for instance) do not. Only the males do. Thanks to Random Anonymous Guy for pointing that out. I assure you sir, that I will never again pretend to know anything about cows.
Thanks for visiting our blog. I hope you enjoyed your Sundays.
On our first trip up to Pololu Valley, Onaona and I decided it a romantic notion that there are still small, locally-owned and run stores that choose not to open for business on Sundays. The almighty dollar doesn't hold sway over everything, and some people would rather have the day off. It was a pain in our collective ass that morning, because there was nowhere for us to use the restroom. But, imagining ourselves in the same position, owning a business that is as close to us as home, we thought it nice that there are still people out there who prefer to sleep in than to make an extra four dollars selling us a cappuccino. That morning, we saw several signs in storefront windows casually mentioning, "Closed on Sundays."
Anyway, I hate to be the guy who has that website that was last updated in 1998, so I'm going to eventually take this one down. The fact of the matter is, I just don't have that much to say these days. They say about songwriters, there needs to be an extremity of emotion to have something to write about. It would be difficult to write about the average time you had on your average day with your averagely interesting friends. You need to have happiness and grief. That's why songs are all about love and sadness (and partying). I do, of course, have love, but I was never good at writing about that. I'm much better at complaining and making fun, and there's just not that much for me to complain about these days. I couldn't imagine my life working out any better than it is.
I might once again have a blog, someday in the future. And Onaona always has the family website. But for now, I really am Closed on Sundays.
I will leave you this one last thing. It seems, I made a mistake in my last post, months ago. Note the picture below:
This cow has horns and udders! Holy moly. Suffice it to say, I confused cows for deer. While female reindeer can have horns, female woodland deer (Bambi's mom for instance) do not. Only the males do. Thanks to Random Anonymous Guy for pointing that out. I assure you sir, that I will never again pretend to know anything about cows.
Thanks for visiting our blog. I hope you enjoyed your Sundays.
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