Hello dears. I didn't write yesterday because the day was a little off putting, odd, strange. I don't really know how to explain it was all those things, but it was. The whole darn week has been 'different' not in a bad way but in a way that has left us feeling we're not really sure just why we are where we are. I'll explain in a bit.
Wednesday, after sleeping so late, I finally got my feet under me towards the end of the day. I cleaned our bathroom really well, having missed out on that job Monday morning. I picked up the house, doing general tidying. I cooked cabbage, celery and carrots to make egg rolls, since I finally found my package of frozen eggroll (or wonton) wrappers. I cooked a beef shoulder roast in a covered skillet on top of the stove which turned out absolutely awesome, then I made biscuits using the Greek yogurt/flour method/leavening method and those turned out well enough. We had enough biscuits for supper and breakfast the next morning. It was a pleasant day of puttering about the house, and I enjoyed it greatly.
Yesterday morning, I got up really early and had black coffee (not my favorite) since I was up so early. Later I made breakfast and had a second cup of coffee made properly with milk. We were just finishing off our coffee when John said, "Someone's about to come to the door." I never heard anything, not even Rufus barking, but John hurried to the door and sure enough, we had company. It was our former Rabbi...
We've seen him here and there out in public, but he's not been in our home since April of 2012. That was just two days prior to our very last Shabat with that synagogue and opened us to a world of pain and hurt. The funny thing is that we'd just been speaking of that time frame the day before and John said, "Well he's never asked me back yet...and that's okay."
So, to have him come to our home and walk in as he did once upon a time when we were friends as well as brothers/sister in faith, felt surreal. Not awkward nor hard. The conversation went along well enough. Towards the end of the visit, we shared with him what we've said to others many times that he alone of all the people we've been privileged to sit under taught us how Christ was always present throughout both the Old and New Testaments. As he left, he invited us to attend Passover dinner with the synagogue on Saturday evening.
When he was gone, I turned to John and said, "Well there you are John. You were invited to go back." All day long, I could see that John was puzzled about the events of the day. Well so was I. Puzzled, not really surprised, but most definitely curious as to why. It's been 13 years since we were invited to leave. Why are we being invited to visit now? I don't know. I just looked at John later in the day and said, "This has been one strange week." He agreed. We've had company several times. It's stormed and been perfectly sunny. The whole week has been disjointed and unusual.
John wanted to get groceries today, so we got busy on our usual Friday tasks, then went off to get groceries and then went to lunch at our favorite restaurant. We haven't been in a few months, and it was nice to return there. While we were waiting for our meal, I was trying to work out something for Easter Sunday with the kids.
Speaking of grocery shopping this is something that has changed a good bit over the past few months. I've noted that Kroger is no longer offering me "Best Customer" coupons. And I'm going anywhere from 10 to 14 days between trips now and I'm saving roughly 1/5th of what I was spending. This is largely due to a lack of sales. This week hams have been on sale and butter and one store offered up sugar at a half decent price, but other than that, the 'seasonal' sales are pretty much non-existent.
Katie could come on Saturday but not on Sunday. Sam's not sure what he's doing either day. We can't do anything on Saturday because it's Homeless Outreach morning. Then John reminded me that at present the weekend is the only time Travis can come to paint and given it took a weekend to complete the laundry area (and my kitchen is a HUGE room), we will likely have him here painting on Sunday, Easter or not.
How could I have even forgotten that we're having the kitchen done?!
So I'm letting go of Easter plans.
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7 comments:
We are having "Easter Dinner" on the Thursday before Easter. I know it is strange, but it is what works for us right now. There will be ham, turkey, eggs and all the fixings. Just on the "wrong" day.
The grands are gone for Easter, and we're heading to my sister's for this weekend, so we won't have a family gathering for the day this year. Layla will come over sometime this week and color eggs, at least. We will cook a small Easter dinner for whomever wants to join us, probably Greg's family and our kids. It may rain that day. My grandma always said if it rains on Easter Sunday, it will rain on the next 7 Sundays. I have found that to be true.
My daughter is developmentally disabled and a believer. For the past year or two, every time baptism is announced at our church, I'd ask her if she wanted to get baptized. NO. Two weeks ago, when they announced there would be baptisms on Easter, she leaned over to me and whispered, "I wanna get baptized!" This is one happy mama here.
Mikemax how wonderful that your daughter is being baptized! And what a blessed day for that to be happening! Praise the Lord! Makes my Momma heart happy too!!🙏
We've done many a 'holiday' meal on non-holiday dates in the past but since the kitchen and then the front porch will be under construction for weekends ahead, I think we're just going to have a Memorial Day at home with the kids or something like that.
Tammy I'm going to keep that saying of your grandmother's in mind. John was the one who taught me "Three frosts brings a rain..." and so far that's proven remarkably true!
I've got a ham, spiral sliced and I think I'll cook it next Sunday and maybe make some deviled eggs and potato salad, even if it is just me and John (and possibly the contractor, lol).
WONDERFUL!
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