The rain is falling hard today, not the sunny day that I was expecting or needing. I watched my neighbor mow his lawn yesterday and thought to myself that I should do that, too. Didn't. Felt that it wasn't a big deal, that I would be out in the yard Easter day. Didn't happen. Turned into an inside day, instead. Good for me, good for the basement.
Yesterday was an inside day, too. I was running a bit wee from too much celebration the night before, wanted the day to slip away, so I spent a bit too much time in bed in the morning, watching movies, waiting for the weather to give me permission to run errands. It didn't and so I worked hard inside instead. The day was fulfilling, even if I didn't tear down ivy or make a store run to Safeway.
I thought of you over the course of the day. While I watching the clouds rolling in. While I pondered supper. While I discoursed with myself over movies and emotions and such. I thought of road tapes and the importance of road diaries like I saw in Elizabethtown. I thought of the glories of cherry trees blossoming and then thought about how hard it is to watch those blossoms go away. I prepped my supper today and know that I was selfish about it, too, about wanting to spend Easter by myself, but then again I knew that our creedo, that non-negotiable thing, that kid thing, was in place and that no one would get in the way of that.
The kids were in my thoughts all day long and so were you.
I thought about our "dual religion" pact, and knew that your 4 square and my Catholicism would clash somehow, especially today, especially over things like church management, symbolism, architecture and the humping of bibles to church. No matter, I still woke up and thought of you, of your big annual Easter gatherings, of your dedication to your church and the obvious lack of dedication to mine. Never mind that our souls are not up for discussion at the moment anyhow and that whole everlasting thing that has kept us apart is nobodies business but our own.
So, while I watched a movie in bed yesterday afternoon I thought of you, of our day in that very same bed three years ago, watching not a movie but the cherry petals falling before the hail outside my window. We watched the sky go from robin egg shell blue to slate grey and back to blue again, all in the course of three blessed hours. I watched the sky yesterday and hoped for a repeat of that same blue to grey shift but all I got was cloud cover. That heavy grey would have been great for my film break.
So, my love, I wish for you a wonderful day. I am sure that you have had that. To your health and, hey..Aleliu! He has risen!
Yours, WHMB
Yesterday was an inside day, too. I was running a bit wee from too much celebration the night before, wanted the day to slip away, so I spent a bit too much time in bed in the morning, watching movies, waiting for the weather to give me permission to run errands. It didn't and so I worked hard inside instead. The day was fulfilling, even if I didn't tear down ivy or make a store run to Safeway.
I thought of you over the course of the day. While I watching the clouds rolling in. While I pondered supper. While I discoursed with myself over movies and emotions and such. I thought of road tapes and the importance of road diaries like I saw in Elizabethtown. I thought of the glories of cherry trees blossoming and then thought about how hard it is to watch those blossoms go away. I prepped my supper today and know that I was selfish about it, too, about wanting to spend Easter by myself, but then again I knew that our creedo, that non-negotiable thing, that kid thing, was in place and that no one would get in the way of that.
The kids were in my thoughts all day long and so were you.
I thought about our "dual religion" pact, and knew that your 4 square and my Catholicism would clash somehow, especially today, especially over things like church management, symbolism, architecture and the humping of bibles to church. No matter, I still woke up and thought of you, of your big annual Easter gatherings, of your dedication to your church and the obvious lack of dedication to mine. Never mind that our souls are not up for discussion at the moment anyhow and that whole everlasting thing that has kept us apart is nobodies business but our own.
So, while I watched a movie in bed yesterday afternoon I thought of you, of our day in that very same bed three years ago, watching not a movie but the cherry petals falling before the hail outside my window. We watched the sky go from robin egg shell blue to slate grey and back to blue again, all in the course of three blessed hours. I watched the sky yesterday and hoped for a repeat of that same blue to grey shift but all I got was cloud cover. That heavy grey would have been great for my film break.
So, my love, I wish for you a wonderful day. I am sure that you have had that. To your health and, hey..Aleliu! He has risen!
Yours, WHMB
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