Here at home, there is the rain which prevented me from viewing the blood moon. The rain and the pollen. Even while the yellow stuff is being washed mercifully into the ground, more tree pollen is falling. I vacuum the porch every morning. What I need is a stiff wind to blow everything out, but more would settle. I could do that of course. Wear my dust mask. The thing about a nice hearty breeze is that I wouldn't have to be out there with it. Have you seen my swollen eyes and lips? Heard my wheeze? Allergies.
My personal Holy Week is a mixture of activities. There is a cantata tonight (unless it rains or I get too comfortable with myself), but I'm skipping the Seder meal this year in favor of going to the church late to pray for an hour "with" my Father - whose apostles fell asleep on him. Every year as I ache and stretch on the hard wooden pew, I wonder if I, also, would have succumbed. But of course the answer is yes. They were predestined to slumber away. Those clueless men would never be the same again - after that night's sleep.
One fun part of this week will be t-ball. Games Thursday and Saturday. More important to me to watch little boys play and grow than any number of Seder meals and Food Pantry duties. There will be plenty of time for that, if I stay healthy. God smiles on me.
Tom and Jack trump everything else. The world changes. I live in the present moment, day, and week. When change comes, I won't look back, wistfully. The only benefits of the past are the good memories. Everything else, I ditch. Much too late to worry about should-have, would-have, could-have.
Yesterday was our Family Night. We had a "tax day" picnic catered by Sonny's. I have enough "planned overs" for several meals and we each found something to love about the menu. There isn't anything exactly like Sonny's BBQ. Then we played our new version of Uno. What a hoot! Lots of laughing and hatching plots. Most of us hitting the "Easter" assortment of goodies in our excitement. Kitty watching quietly from the scratching post. Corey winning both games! Just wait until next week...muttering.
And so, the week will go nicely. Taxes done, Wayne remembered fondly on the 13th (as he is every day). Family night enjoyed, church and baseball yet to come. Do I need to say I love my life, or can you tell?
