One Foot on a Banana Peel

What a gorgeous day!  It feels like we just might possibly be done with that nasty white stuff.  I mean, I’m sure we’ll still have to suffer some chilly days and maybe even some frosty nights, but surely Mother Nature wouldn’t be so cruel as to give us a string of sunny 70 degree days and then dump a late snow on us.  Would she? 

I’ve had the windows open all weekend getting the stale winter air blown out.  The puppies are loving it and spend all their time staring out barking at everything that moves or looks like it might and that’s a lot of stuff.  I went on a cleaning binge yesterday and cleaned the livingroom and kitchen from top to bottom and moved all the furniture around (I get bored when the furniture stays in the same place too long).  I like the new arrangement and Tim actually commented that he likes it.  I move stuff so much that he rarely, if ever, bothers to comment.

Megan talked me into a twilight game of Around the World (basketball) while we were waiting for Tim to get home.  She begged and begged me to play.  Funny, she doesn’t seem to want to play with me any more.  I so kicked her butt!  Not once, but three times.  Oh, the indignation and disbelief at being beat by her fat, ancient mother.

Tim had to work today, of course.  I can’t wait till this project is over.  Just four more weeks.  I swear if his employers ever put this kind of deadline pressure on him again just to get a job, they’re going to need a trip to the hospital to remove my foot from where the sun don’t shine.  Tim likes the challenge, but he is stressed and exhausted and looking forward to taking some vacation time when he’s done.  I’m glad about that, but the crappy thing is school won’t be out so I will still be working.

Megan and I did absolutely nothing this morning except watch HGTV and read the Sunday paper.  Well, actually that was me.  Megan didn’t even get up till I woke her up a little before 11:00.  My mom asked us to go shopping with her.  We hit Gabriel Brothers, Bon Worth and Burlington Coat Factory.  Mom bought Megan a pair of capris and a layered tank and she bought me a beautiful blue nightgown.  She said it was our Easter.  Megan bought herself a purse and I bought Megan and I Polo flipflops.  I also found a string of blue and yellow seashell lights that match the livingroom.  We stopped by the cemetery to take the Christmas arrangements off my dad, grandparents and uncle’s graves.  Mom and I also looked at a used book sale at the library.  Megan isn’t a reader so waited in the car, but Mom and I enjoyed ourselves.  We hit at the end of the sale so you could put all the books you could fit in a bag and get them all for $3.  I think I got around 15 books.  Heaven!  Combine that with the 20 or so a friend at work lent me on Friday and I should be set for a few months.

The only downer in my weekend has been my thoughts about church.  It kind of started yesterday when we ran into our old pastor at Wal-Mart…..the one that blames us for his being fired.  He told everyone that would listen that it was a personal vendetta.  Not true, but poor Tim was the head elder and so ended up being the main voice in the situation.  He ended up being like the cashier who is the only person the customer sees and so ends up being the target for the customer’s anger and frustration.  Anyway, he and I, we were civil.  Painfully so.  To say meeting face to face after all this time was uncomfortable would be an understatement.  And it got me thinking about church, which used to be a huge part of my life, and now isn’t in my life at all.  I miss it.  At least the good parts of it.  I am scared to death of the bad parts and of ever being in a position to be hurt that much again.  To say all that went on nearly destroyed us personally is no exaggeration.  I have never felt so emotionally betrayed and raw.  Still, I often find myself longing for the worship, the sermons and maybe even a little bit of fellowship.  I’m willing to try it (as long as I am not involved in the politics in any way), but Tim, who was the main target of everyone’s anger, has not wanted anything to do with church.  Then in December his uncle died and the funeral was at a local Lutheran church.  We are not Lutheran.  Between us our backgrounds encompass Catholic, Methodist, Baptist and Evangelical.  But we liked the minister (he sat with us at the dinner after the funeral).  A couple of weeks ago, as we were driving past the church, Tim casually mentioned that maybe in May when he is done with this insane project we could try going to a service.  I wanted to shout for joy, but just said "ok."  I hope he will not lose the desire to give it a try.  I miss the services so much, especially at this time of year.  Life just seems a little out of whack without it.

Well, I am off to watch HGTV with Megan.  We like looking at the extreme homes.