I like the way Easter is scheduled - the first Sunday after the first full moon after the spring equinox. Here is a picture of the recent full moon:
I think you would have had to be there to really appreciate how pretty it was.
It has been a few days since I posted. Husband was out of town all week and that meant extra chores just to keep up. I had a birthday which, at my advanced years, is always cause for celebration and wonder (thanks to husband and children for the gorgeous flowers!). And a very dear friend unexpectedly passed away at the young age of 42. With all that going on, I haven’t been much in the mood to write.
My friend left behind a wife he loved and their four children. Visiting him and his family was on my short list of things I wanted to do when I got back home. I thought I had plenty of time. I thought wrong, which is a common mistake in such circumstances. He was a very good man and the world is a little less sane for his passing.
I thought about writing something to express how I felt about my friend but after going to the visitation and seeing what a marvelous job his wife and the other adults were doing to hold it together for the kids, I think I will just not say much. I was ready to weep into a puddle and they, who lost so much and had pain pouring from their pores, were staying strong. I felt insignificant and very weak. I hate that. I am not the one to eulogize that good man, even on a silly blog. RIP, Doug.
The fear of death tends to rest lightly on young things, as it should. And sunrise on an Easter morning even lifts the spirits of this old lady. It encourages me to have faith in the sometimes idle promises of a long life.
I was pleased with how Jezebel's Quilt went on the bed:
The girls both like it:
Husband is not enthusiastic about my choice. It isn't symetrical. And what is it good for?
Here is part of the wing.
When I get the edges on the ends of the wings, it will LOOK more like wings but for now, it looks mainly like a blob.
Here are a few sunrise pictures.
I have been spending some time considering whether I want to go back to guardian ad litem work. I've just about reached the final conclusion that I will not. I think the thing that makes the difference is that I enjoy not living in the shadows, not having to have an unlisted number, not having to hide my address, not having to watch my back. All of us have to exercise common prudence because there are bad people, everywhere. And life holds no guarantees, as starkly illustrated by the sudden death of my young friend. But the cases most likely to result in violence tend to be those that deal with family matters. I've known lawyers whose work has brought them into contact with violence, even death, and they are never the same, thereafter. Like the young, who always believe they will live forever, many of us wade in where angels fear to tread. But once that innocence is gone, for whatever reason, it is hard to get past. I enjoy not overly worrying that something I specifically say or do on a given day will draw the wrath of angry, frightened people who feel powerless and are likely to lash out in rage and frustration at a convenient target (me, my dogs or my husband). At this point, I need to walk away. And I am glad I am doing it before my fears turn to reality.
Have I mentioned that I have a sweet husband? He is making a dish to take to family for Easter dinner. Part of the recipe includes mixed nuts and he just brought me in a bowl full of my favorites that he'd handpicked from the can (brazil nuts, cashews and pecans).
Penny, Evelyn and Pearl