There was no big Easter dinner at our house. I made chili Saturday and we had enough left over for Sunday; not a traditional Easter dinner, for sure, but at least I didn't feel overstuffed and tired when all was said and done. No children were here to hunt eggs; grandchildren and their families had other plans, and our daughter and her husband did their own thing like we did.
But I had a great Easter! The Baptist Church I attend always goes to the Corps of Engineers park, next to the Missouri River, for a sunrise service. So I left Cliff in bed and the preacher's wife picked me up. I'm about halfway between their house and the park, so it was on their way. The morning was cool, but not bad, especially after the sun got high enough to warm us up.
The park is right beside a railroad track, the same one that runs along the back of our property. We had one train go rumbling past during the service, which stopped us for awhile; it was a long train! Another passed by as we finished up.
I was dropped off at home, where I spent an hour or so with Cliff before he took me to town to the Methodist church; when those services were over, I walked three blocks to the Baptist Church. Cliff and Gabe picked me up there at 11:30 and we went back home. I am a loner, but I do like being around some real people every once in awhile; and both small churches are attended by some very nice folks.
Yesterday we went to pick up our grandson and his girl friend at the airport. They had gone to Georgia for Easter weekend to visit his dad (our son).
I finally got over myself for fretting over money I don't even feel I should be receiving (and yet covet earnestly). I am more fragile of spirit these days than I used to be, and I let myself get downhearted at the silliest things. The shut-down we've had, the never knowing what's really going to happen with this terrible virus, have contributed to some of my current negativity. I'm sure I'm not the only one. Oh, and the political climate of the past year didn't help.
I think perhaps we've come to a "new normal". If so, I had better learn to adapt. I'll survive a while longer, as long as my two churches don't close their doors again.
"We're all just walking each other home." That's a quote by Ram Dass, and I love the picture those words paint. I think of the blogs I read: The joys, the pains, the routines, the lives shared. Truly, we are walking home together as we share pieces of our lives with one another.