We had a nice, quiet Easter. I didn't go to any liturgical services (I really do miss the beauty and tradition when we commemorate what Jesus did for us), but we had a lovely turnout at our small church. I didn't give up anything for Lent, and found the chocolate displays a bit too tempting. If Lent came after Easter, I'd have no problem, because even I was getting sick of eating chocolate by the time the holidays were over.
I did, however, start what may become a new tradition. Having taken the lamb out of the freezer a few days to soon, by Maundy Thursday I was thinking "uh oh...". So on Good Friday, I made a simple roast supper. The lovely thing is that on Easter Sunday after our church service, all that was needed was to put everything back in the oven on low, and dinner was waiting for us at our own pace.
Our neighbours' son and his girl friend came over Easter afternoon with their (relatively) new dog, and we chatted away on the back veranda. It was quite funny to see this 10-month old puppy try to figure out how to get back into the house once he'd gotten out. The neighbour's cat was less amused, and promptly hid herself in her apartment (I'll explain that another time). The puppy had great time running around the gardens and at one point was contemplating how well small canine could jump off a veranda onto the driveway below.
It was great to not have to worry about the time, or the roast biding it's time in the oven, and just chat. Life needs more moments like that.
There were a few things I was sure I was going to blog about, and I'm hoping they'll work their way back into my memory. That's the funny thing about life - it's what happens when you're writing blogs...or what zooms by you at ultra speeds while you're still looking for the "on" switch.