Mary Beth Writes

I hope you have had a good Easter Sunday so far and that you have a few more happy eats and chats and relax-on-the-sofa-with-a-cat-or-dog moments left in it.

I thought it was supposed to be raining this morning but … nope. So out I went for a “short” walk and the next thing you know it was several hours and miles later.  Sixty degrees and mild breezes and a lot of singing birds was a pretty nice way to spend a morning.

Came back, joined my congregation’s virtual coffee hour and no one even knew how sweaty I was. I mentioned the sad, sad fact that we had ordered Peeps and a chocolate bunny in our grocery order that Len picked up last night AND THEY WERE ALL OUT! First Easter of my life I would be celebrating without sugar bomb bunnies.

Then Meg and Moni and Adia walked over this afternoon to buy some of Otis’ masks – and guess what they brought?  More Peeps and chocolate bunnies than I can believe. I may have gotten tears in my eyes… I certainly laughed.  I have Peeps for a week. 

I am rich now.

Meg noticed this simple thing that I think all of us are feeling.  She was at a grocery store (with gloves and mask). The line to the cash register was very long.  People were complaining and she started to sigh until she remembered that being secure enough to shop for food - is being lucky and rich and blessed.

Did you comment on the letter to Kapenga yet? Read and comment here. 

"There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them."  (from Harry Potter, of course)

 

 

 

 

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I Did everything I said yesterday that I planned to do except that instead of going for a nice short ride I rode maybe 25-30mils... It made me forget the bad stuff and appreciate the simple little things... And I burned off the calories from the overly sweet things Michael fed me this morning... My whole body is tired... Be safe everyone...
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Sometimes doing way too much is just the right amount, when what you are doing is slaying dragons.

So true (about the grocery store)! In general, I believe we all have the right to feel whatever we're feeling--even if it's annoyance while standing in line at the grocery store! However, during these heightened times, I am trying to be more conscious of all the ways in which my privilege is keeping me safe, fed, well-rested, and (mostly) happy.
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This is from Joyce in Vermont. (Somehow my postings got split into two and I am fixing that right now.) Has it been 30 days already for you? I think we are a day behind. Our governor (VT) says we will be free on May 15. Compared to a lot of New England and neighboring states, Vermont is doing well. Many of our local restaurants are open for take out. With the exception of farmers, most of our neighbors are out of work, though. This is really hard on folks. We hurt for them.

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One book is a lawyer/detective book that is 850 pages long. It’s a great read in that American gum-cracking, fast-talking, everyone has an angle kind of way. I was 150 pages in before I accepted I don’t even like gum and I quit it.

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I just checked the comments on my website. I get a few wacko ones most days that are in Greek or Russian, or are porno invites. I delete them. Part of the shtick when running a website outside the hosted sites.

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