to-day we et ham

There are days when I feel eloquent and intelligent, and then there are days when I say 'ain't' a lot and bungle words to streamline a text.

 Today I certainly wish to be eloquent (it is Easter, after all) but we'll just have to see how this goes...

 Easter means a new Spring dress to debut (and a dreadfully spotted mirror). This little sundress rescued me from the mire of shopping in about 30 seconds flat (I've mentioned before, I think, how I struggle with clothes-buying). There it was on the first rack and it said, "Whatho!" So I said, "Whatho!", tried it on and the rest is history. It is my Easter-SpringConcert-AlbumCover-Graduation-AnySuddenWeddings'-Default dress. :)

 Easter means running to the grocery store to buy eggs (gasp!) because our hens only lay pre-colored eggs. Running into the store late on a Saturday just to stand in line with a dozen eggs could be embarrassing enough, but getting out to the car with the solitary sack and realizing you forgot the color dye and must endure the Single Item Shame again is enough to make anyone cower in the the car while a braver soul (i.e. my mother) pretends we're not related.

(If you do not understand this fear, you do not live in a small town.)

 My Easter began at 6:30am when I awoke to a sore stomach. An evil trick for one such as me who anticipates the Easter Basket of Goodness with the excitement of any nine year old. But it wasn't all bad. I returned to bed and curled up with Reichenbach Fall, and though I missed the church breakfast and Sunday school, by nine I was feeling well enough to make it to the Easter service to sing and smile and carry home the lily in honor of Our Savior and my grandparents. 

 Dinner was a giant ham. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I was starving. So I ate a green egg. And then laughed at myself, eating green eggs & ham.

 After dinner and after Baby had run out of giggles, I brought out Dydo and practiced my duet (you'll not regret taking a moment to listen. I promise.) and trio pieces until my harmonics would do nothing but squeak. 

Now the day is done. A good day all told, if quiet. So I'll end. I have writing in TLOS to do and you've probably had your fill of Easter posts anyway.

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Being in great anguish He was praying fervently; and His sweat came like drops of blood, falling down upon the ground.

(luke 22)

“But from now on the Son of Man will be seated at the right hand of God.” And they all said, “Are you the Son of God, then?” And He said to them, “Yes, I am.” 

(luke 22)

It was now the sixth hour, and darkness fell over the whole land until the ninth hour, because the sun was obscured ; and the veil of the temple was torn in two. And Jesus, crying out said, “Father, into your hands I commit My spirit.” Having said this He breathed His last. When the centurion saw what had happened he began praising God, saying, “Certainly this man was innocent.” 

(luke 23)

And a man named Joseph... a good and righteous man... a man from Arimathea, a city of Jews, who was waiting for the kingdom of God, this man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. And he took it down and wrapped it in linen cloth, and laid Him in a tomb cut into the rock in which no one had ever lain. 

(luke 23)

[The women] came to the tomb bringing spices which they had prepared. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus... [The angel] asked, “Why do you seek the Living among the dead?” 

(luke 24)

Lord, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.