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And That Means
Easter weekend. And that means…
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Lots and lots of cookies on Friday, with an assortment of sprinkles which – for some reason – included Batman and Sponge Bob. Had to finish the cookies before Saturday because Saturday means….
The church Easter Egg hunt, with three goofy, bunny-eared hiders. While they were hiding plastic eggs (to be counted and redeemed for candy post-hunt), the little kids were busy which means….
Learning about Jesus’ last days, including the Last Supper and after which means…
Praying the garden of Gethsemane, and writing the name of someone you pray for on a rock. After several serious lessons are reviewed, it’s time for a little fun and that means….
Lining up for the egg hunt. Julia has a basket but chose a plastic grocery bag because it’s less likely to spill. Get ready…get set….and that means…
Go! Julia found a wooden egg, too, which got her a special Easter game as a surprise. And now it’s almost time to leave, and that means….
A little parting gift for a big sister. “Rachel – I need to show you something.” Rachel fell for it – and got a headfulla cascarones for her naievte.
So Saturday is almost over. And that means it’s time for Sunday.
Please, Lord, do not ever let me forget the cross and the empty grave amidst all the fun and frolic.
Because that’s what Easter really means.
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Serendipity Saturday
Here’s some randomness on Serendipity Saturday. Nothing relates or really makes sense. Sort of like real life.
You will recall my progeny dissing my 20+-year-old lipstick last year. Today Rachel bought me a new lipstick, a gift which I accepted because my treasured lipstick case finally broke. So I will be utterly gorgeous at church tomorrow. Don’t sit near us – I’ll be such a vision of loveliness, your thoughts will not dwell on spiritual matters.
Goodbye, old friend. (sniff)
Rachel went to get this new lipstick in her Focus. Which wooks a widdle Lagomorpha-like.
Ummmm….what’s up, Doc?
Our church’s Women’s Ministry hosted its annual Spring Fling last night with a 50′s theme. Hannah went with me to help take pictures. But not this one.
Why Keith handles Driver’s Ed
Rachel worked childcare (Parent’s Night Out), accompanied by her favorite assistant. I offered to take Julia home with Hannah and me when our dinner finished at 9 p.m. Nope. She wanted to stay with Rachel until closing at 11 p.m. I know where I rank.
Keith and I have been checking online today, trying to get a sense for how the strike talks are going. Or not. In 1983 in Houston, we had a three-week strike, followed by Hurricane Alicia, followed by a major late-September flood….all in the midst of pre-Divestiture tasks. I worked every day from August 7 through mid-January, with two days off: Thanksgiving and Christmas. If they strike this time, Keith will be working 12 x 6, but, at least at the moment, I won’t have to do so. And I am thankful.
In 1983, I worked six days a week in my Comptrollers unit, then Sundays in Directory Assistance (DA). This might be an ear piece I…ummm….”borrowed” from DA. It just might be in my scrapbook, with a notation of my average call handle time of 32.8 seconds. Eleven-year-old Sarah and her best friend Eileen spent one Sunday afternoon calling 1411 and asking for “Aunt Becky”, to the tune of $100 worth of DA charges (400 calls.)
Donnette, Gaye, Kim and me (front)….when we were still energetic enough to work 12 x 7.
Settle….settle….settle……
