Wednesday in Holy Week

Some loud bird is squawking just outside my window, though it is yet very dark. Doesn't he realize that it is still winter? That snow is still falling, or did yesterday? That the ground is frozen hard? That he should calm himself, or something, because spring is likely still a long way away? The battle raging, every day, between winter, who won't give up, and spring, or whatever you call it, some foolish green somethings sticking up out of the ice cold ground. What gives them such confidence? Don't they know that the cold will eventually win out? That no matter how hard they try, the snow is never going to give up?

Perhaps I'm being melodramatic.

Anyway, today the dog has to go have his enormous shaggy coat removed. He looks like a fat black sheep. He's going to be so shocked when I leave him off and walk away. Wish my childfen would miss me the way he does. Then perchance, to write a sermon. And then to wander around in a circle “cleaning the house” or something.

As for the shoe question, well, it is still not resolved. And the bread question, because my mixer is really and truly done for and is going to be sent off in a box to Ohio in hopes that someone can heal it, for less than the moon, or a new mixer. So the question is, do I brave a life of pain and make bread from scratch, where, you know, I kneed if myself? Gosh. The thought fills me with quiet terror. On the other hand, it Will Not Be Cool to have buy bread, this week of all weeks. I will have to procrastinatingly ponder this question a bit longer.

Providentially, I took a quiet moment to mix up a vat of lemon curd, and of chocolate pot, only not yet dolled put into little pots, and stock, sort of, which immediately turned into Matzo Ball Soup. Have always wanted to make this soup, always. Finally did. The little dumplings surprisingly easy and the broth delicious and golden. The children slopped it around and made a wreck of it. Got really mad at them.

So there we are. Midway through the week, but nothing's really started yet. Tonight is Tennebrae, the real kick off into all that the week holds.

Have a lovely day!