risen indeed

At six pm, I thought all was lost.

Not a single little chocolate egg for hiding to be found, and a life-long tradition broken.

I seriously considered cancelling Easter, but duty won out.

The stone was rolled away, and Christ raised.

It was by far  the best Easter Vigil I’ve had since being ordained, and the thing that threatened to de-rail it (a bit of  conflict at communion between a child’s hands saying ‘yes’ and a mother’s hands saying ‘no’) redeemed itself after the service as the girl, the ex-primary teacher and I all splashed our hands in the font telling stories.

I’ll miss the egg hunts ‘tomorrow’ morning, and the delight of seeing octogenarians rush round the church like little children.  But still there will be new life.

Next year, though, I’m getting my eggs the day after Christmas.  They had mini-eggs then.  I remember it distinctly:  no milk, no bread, but mini-eggs.

Ooh, and I bet the pulpit in Dunblane has lots of good hidey-holes for chocolate eggs.  Not to mention to walled garden…

introducing

little-car-iiib

Little Car III.

He comes home next Wednesday.  And curiously he seems to be a he, unlike Little Car and Little Car, jr.

A crazy sort of day for the middle of Holy Week.   Time to listen to Tenebrae Responsories to remind me of what I’m supposed to be thinking about.

lists

It’s Holy Week.

My car has died and I need urgently to buy a new one, and pick up the rental in the mean time.

I have thousands of pew sheets scattered about the house (well ahead of schedule:  thank you Maureen.)

I have sermons aplenty to think about and a whole host of things to do for two houses.

So naturally, I have resumed using electronic lists.  Vitalist was always more complex than I needed it to be, and now that they want me to pay, I’ve given up.  So, I’ve joined the dairy co-op.

Remember the Milk doesn’t do all that I want it to, but I love love love that simply typing a ‘t’ opens up a new task box, that you can type ‘tom’  to set the due date for tomorrow, th for thursday, and (best of all) ‘next w’ for … well, you get the idea.  The correct date magically appears, and all is well.

But there’s one flaw.

I seek long lists of things crossed off at the end of the day so that I can say, ‘oh look at all I’ve done’.  But of course, with RTM, as soon as I click  ‘complete’ the task disappears from my box.

I can imagine learning to seek the goal of a blank task box.  Perhaps it would help me think ‘OK, I can stop for today’.  But right now it feels very strange.

(and lets not even mention how four days of using RTM has put me back in the throes of  ‘apple or berry?’)