We had a lovely Easter. Kids in Easter togs hunting eggs in a snow squall... Oh, it was like 35 degrees so nothing stuck, but it snowed to beat the band several times during the day.
We all attended the Easter Vigil at our church this year. I go every year as I sing, but this year both kiddos served the mass and husband read one of the many readings. It was an absolutely gorgeous service. Seven readings, progressing through the Bible, proclaimed in complete darkness. Dear Son was afraid he'd fall asleep during this part (he'd been told horror stories by his loving sister) but he was chosen by Father John to be the one to bring him the book between each reading -- Father says something after each piece -- so there was little chance of snoozing. Son did count the other server (not his sister!) picking his nose 4 times. Lovely. Glad it was dark.
The only criticism I have of the service really is a new addition. We baptized the new members of the church as we always do at this service. This year, someone got a kind of pool, you know, black plastic like in yard Koi ponds? And surrounded it with cement bricks and flowers and filled it with water and had the new members actually get in and Father poured water over them. All well and good. But then they had to go change clothes. Like for 20 minutes. Which I totally get -- I mean we've been blessing these folks and building this up so much that of course they wanted to look nice for the rest of the evening. Which takes awhile, what with hair and maybe makeup and all... So we had an intermission. Lost all momentum for me. I believe this is kind of a movement in the Catholic Church, though -- the immersion during baptism. I've been in several newer churches that have large pools with steps built into them for exactly this purpose. And I guess it's pretty biblical, if you really think about it. I think I'm just old school. And it was 11:30 p.m.
There has been some knitting on the baby cardigan. We have a front and we have a pocket. So cute.
See how the cable splits for the pocket? Love these details.
Monte matches the new color scheme. I guess he can stay.
Flooding wise, thanks for all of your inquiries. We are far, far away from any trouble. There's a "Heights" in the name of my neighborhood for a reason -- we are up hill from nearly everything in St. Louis. The folks who are suffering though? They are suffering greatly. Personally? I wish cities wouldn't allow building in flood plains. And this spring water has topped most of the 100 year flood plains anyway -- so. Tough going all over.
Finally, I do have a rant brewing. It has to do with the Senator Obama race speech thing from last week. It's along the lines of a previous rant wherein I wonder why it is that some of us can't be in the same room with folks with which we disagree. This time, there's consternation over the Senator's continuing association with his preacher. Who said some pretty ugly things. Well. That's on him. Gosh, if I had to be held to everything anyone's every said in my earshot... well, I guess I couldn't be President either. Sheesh, people! You know? We can love people and disagree with them. We can respect people and not take to heart every word they utter. We can have opinions that don't necessarily jive with every opinion of everyone else in the room. We can HEAR words and then take positions concerning them drawn from our own experiences, our own faith, and our own consciences! Dangit! If we don't do this, I'd put forth that therein lies the wrong doing! If we surround ourselves with yes men and only those with whom we absolutely and totally agree? WE END UP IN A WAR STARTED BECAUSE OF FALSEHOOD AND INNUENDO!
Ahem. Whew. Well. Rant over, I guess.