This Great Fast has been really, really strange. We had two different sets of family visiting for over a week apiece.This was awesome, but I'm not sure that we prayed and fasted well during all the fun. We finally learned of the specifics of my husband's transfer out of his first parish assignment and have been dealing with that loss. We are looking forward to building our micro-mission and not driving three hours every Sunday, but it is very bittersweet. We have been helping a parishioner with the illness and death of her beloved husband, an active church member. He will be missed.
If I were poetic like Elizabeth Foss (yes- that is the address for this super-wonderful 'restore' workshop that I was so excited about- and then failed to sign up for...) or Ann Voskamp, I would rhapsodize that life is like the Roman mosaic above with little bits of joy and darkness, a vast tapestry, a puzzle that pieces sometimes don't fit together well....but I'm not poetic.
Daughter #2 takes a guitar class at this very, very bohemian arts studio. There are barrels of trash available to re-purpose as art. Here's Boy posing as Frida Khalo while his sister figures out the G chord.
It was lovely having one of my sisters come for our Spring break. She brought her husband and six children. Her husband worked on lots of projects (closet, storage, more storage, tool closet, etc, etc), and we got to run around with the kids and play. My kids were in cousin heaven! Their ages and temperaments correspond rather well, though their son who is six months older than Boy is reading The Hobbit with no problem. We are nowhere near that with Boy! Ah well, comparing is not a good idea, is it?
Sometimes it takes a sister to reveal the truth to you. We were busy during Spring break with touristy things, but almost all of our outside activities were on pause for the week (except Lego & Tae Kwan Do for Boy). And my sister said that our life is crazy. And it is crazy. I have got to simplify, but then I get ideas. I want to start a women's book group with The Little Oratory as our first book.
We are seeing the light at the end of the tunnel for some of our activities...Merry Wives will be performed in early may, the girls have their ballet/jazz/etc dance around then, too, Choir is be winding down....but really- Boy has to test for his yellow belt on Holy Saturday morning? I hope we can fit egg coloring somewhere in the schedule...
Here's a question out of nowhere (and it is not a fake question that blogger's do to try and get comments for the sake of comments...)
Does it bother you, dear reader, that I write semi-anonymously? Does it cause me to seem inauthentic? I do skirt around the ugly truth a lot for charity's sake, but everything I write, I believe to be true. I personally don't like random internet-surfers to know who I am, but I am thinking of revealing ALL (silly) to readers- except I think the readers who care or who were curious already know who I am...In any case, I will still be using the name 'priest's wife' in on-line usage because it is memorable (some people would say 'provocative,' but I am the least provocative person on the planet...) In any case, what do you think?