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This is a way of making myself write something coherent and grammatically correct almost every day. I'm opinionated and need an outlet. I'm also prone to flights of fancy. Thanks for stopping by. |
| Yeah, I'm still stuck on Easter and it's 1/3 through June. It was an exceptionally fine day in my family this year and it makes me happy to think about it. My extended family, food, church, the children, and traditions just came together so nicely. First, we skipped our church to go to my niece's church where her 35 year old husband was being baptized. It's a very young, big, loud church with a live band and a lot of enthusiasm. It's geared for short attention spans, young children who can't sit still, and entertainment. It's not a gray-haired congregation. It meant a lot to them for us older folks to come for his day. We all went back to my house and were joined by others, some of whom had gone to other churches, and some to none, and had a huge meal, which I cooked. The dining room is tight and the kitchen is small, but I managed to work around them all, and gave up correctly setting the table. We had a great meal of leg of lamb, turkey breast, vegetables and salad. While I put away left overs and loaded the dishwasher and my elderly father tried to remember where he put all the plush bunnies, the rest went out to do the Easter egg hunt. With one 5 year old and the other children much younger, that didn't last long. By the time, I went out the front door, the hunt was over. But I heard a lot of noise and looked around to see which of my neighbors was having a party. Not across the street, not next door, not up the hill. Then I realized, I was having the party. All that party buzz was coming from my front yard which is on a hill. They were all sitting or lying on the grass, playing, talking, looking for 4 leaf clovers. I couldn't have staged this. It just happened. Everyone was in a good mood, getting along, four generations frolicking so carefree together. A warm, fuzzy feeling had taken over without the use of drugs or alcohol. We hadn't even had wine with dinner. It stayed that way until the last one left. After all were gone, my father commented, a little choked up, "I've got a really nice family". He does. And the feeling of that day still lasts in our memories. |
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