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Last night we went out for an early dinner: Christine's first meal out since the surgery three weeks ago. She'd seen the surgeon earlier in the day, with all good news, and had gone to her second mandolin lesson since surgery. Edited to remove news not yet ready to share.
Over our seafood dinner, we discussed how folks ask, "What are you doing for Easter?" I find it an odd question, perhaps because my repertoire of answers from childhood would be, "Go to church and have a big lunch and hunt eggs."I've been involved in planning Easter services, and i remember the effect of entering into a darkened church and waiting. Then, during the processional, the choir members threw back the curtains and let the spring sunshine pour in. (Thank you weather for cooperating.) I remember, too, being at the Cherry St Meeting house in Philly on Easters when i could hear the bells ringing and muted horns from nearby churches. I don't miss the ritual celebrations, but i respect their power and importance for others.
Given "What are you doing for Easter?" Christine's proposed stock answer is, "Oh, something with chocolate." As we ate at The Fish Market, she noted that we needed to drive home by See's Candy. I had STUDIED the catalog when it arrived a few weeks ago, but had managed to dismiss it from my hand then, but with this prompt, i went into a recitation of the decorated chocolate eggs filled with butter cream or peanut butter. The sign said "Open" as we drove up, and so we stopped at See's. While we were browsing they handed out free samples (as they always do) and we both had a chocolate butter cream (like one would get from a sampler box). That was plenty decadent on its own, and i think Christine decided one whole candy egg that clocked in at about half a pound was just too much. I got a small egg filled with divinity and walnuts and a small bag of jelly beans, and Christine chose pecan logs and other treats from the candy counter.
I think i could make that into a tradition.
At home, Edward was waiting for dinner on the deck, and Christine had the pleasure of feeding all three cats "at their places." Edward has exiled himself to a few points of turf, and it was good to have him eating with the other cats. When we went to bed, i hauled him back into the room. He immediately jumped on the dresser and then into the window, preferring the high vantage point. Later though, he slept at my feet, and was there this morning. He and Greycie both made breakfast wishes known as i put the kettle on, and then when i filled my tea pot, he was ready to leave. Greycie Loo was between him and the door and there was a long pause as he looked at her, the open door, at her. He dashed by her and she took chase and i just got the door closed behind him. I do not see why he runs from her. He is twice her size, but she's fierce bossy biscuits, she is.
Over our seafood dinner, we discussed how folks ask, "What are you doing for Easter?" I find it an odd question, perhaps because my repertoire of answers from childhood would be, "Go to church and have a big lunch and hunt eggs."I've been involved in planning Easter services, and i remember the effect of entering into a darkened church and waiting. Then, during the processional, the choir members threw back the curtains and let the spring sunshine pour in. (Thank you weather for cooperating.) I remember, too, being at the Cherry St Meeting house in Philly on Easters when i could hear the bells ringing and muted horns from nearby churches. I don't miss the ritual celebrations, but i respect their power and importance for others.
Given "What are you doing for Easter?" Christine's proposed stock answer is, "Oh, something with chocolate." As we ate at The Fish Market, she noted that we needed to drive home by See's Candy. I had STUDIED the catalog when it arrived a few weeks ago, but had managed to dismiss it from my hand then, but with this prompt, i went into a recitation of the decorated chocolate eggs filled with butter cream or peanut butter. The sign said "Open" as we drove up, and so we stopped at See's. While we were browsing they handed out free samples (as they always do) and we both had a chocolate butter cream (like one would get from a sampler box). That was plenty decadent on its own, and i think Christine decided one whole candy egg that clocked in at about half a pound was just too much. I got a small egg filled with divinity and walnuts and a small bag of jelly beans, and Christine chose pecan logs and other treats from the candy counter.
I think i could make that into a tradition.
At home, Edward was waiting for dinner on the deck, and Christine had the pleasure of feeding all three cats "at their places." Edward has exiled himself to a few points of turf, and it was good to have him eating with the other cats. When we went to bed, i hauled him back into the room. He immediately jumped on the dresser and then into the window, preferring the high vantage point. Later though, he slept at my feet, and was there this morning. He and Greycie both made breakfast wishes known as i put the kettle on, and then when i filled my tea pot, he was ready to leave. Greycie Loo was between him and the door and there was a long pause as he looked at her, the open door, at her. He dashed by her and she took chase and i just got the door closed behind him. I do not see why he runs from her. He is twice her size, but she's fierce bossy biscuits, she is.