A rare selfie at a track meet in which I am not hiding from the blazing sun under my dorky Mom hat.
The sun was just starting to come out, but most of the meet was cool, cloudy, and windy. Except for the wind, it was such a relief.
After a too-long hiatus from running, I'm easing myself back in with intervals of running and walking.
This week's intervals were too random for me to remember easily, so I wrote it on my hand. I felt kind of like a fourth grader trying to remember homework.
The last of the spring bulbs bloomed in the heat just before Easter and we had a very random assortment on the table.
So long, daffodils and tulips.
And now I have some very exotic flowers on the bookcase, thanks to the purchased flowers for the Easter altar.
The only time of year I'll have store-bought flowers in my house.
Speaking of the altar flowers, I've started culling the wilting ones and rearranging what's left every week until I don't have any in good shape anymore. For this week, I used all the flowers in the arrangement in front of the lectern to fill in the main arrangement where I had to take flowers out. I also cut some lilacs to help fill things out.
More purple in it now, which is not totally liturgically correct for Easter, but oh well.
The arrangements on the saints' pedestals had held up pretty well and only needed a little re-arranging.
The potted hyacinths and tulips had finished blooming, so I just took those home and left the Easter lilies in front of the Holy Family.
Finally, as always, we dyed our hardboiled eggs for our after-church Easter egg hunt and then I made them into deviled eggs.
I am very basic with my deviled eggs: just mayonnaise, mustard, salt, and pepper in the mashed yolks, with paprika on top.
One of our guests at dinner had never heard of doing an egg hunt with real eggs. He's seventeen, so maybe it's a generational thing? I don't remember plastic eggs being a big thing when I was a kid, but it does seem to be all you see now. I refuse just because I'm stubborn and I don't like plastic. Nor do I wish to have more seasonal things to store. Plus, then we wouldn't have deviled eggs after church.
I concede that I am counter-cultural in this, however. As in so many other things.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
