The digital age has changed the face of Sundays. I don't mean the ging to church part, though that might also be true, I mean the lying in bed with the Sunday papers part. I remember the fun of waking up, one of you putting on the coffee while the other goes for the papers. The return to bed with the breakfast tray laden with coffee, toast and maybe a pastry or two that somehow accompanied the papers home.
Lying half under the covers, the tray between us, the papers deconstructed into their constituent parts. Me reading the headlines, her the arts. Reading aloud to each other between mouthfuls of toast. Feeling the weight of the paper on your feet, seeing the vast expanse of newsprint and the color supplemets spread before you. Both reaching for the same section, cuddling up and reading it together.
Today, we wake up, flick on our tablets and read the headlines before we even think of getting out of bed. We start to read a story and the other says 'yes, I'm reading that'. Sharing is lost. Sunday is just a day we don't go to work. The world at our finger tips is ironically a world we now experience in isolation.
This morning, I'm goimg to change that. True I've woken up to an empty bed (except that I'm i it, obviously). My girl has taken the dogs out. Right after I finish writing this I'm off to the store to get the papers. And maybe a pastry or two.
There are some things we have to salvage from the non-digital days, Lazy Sunday mornings with a sea of newsprint, is a good place to start.
