We had some fun last night. Around 8:15, the power went out, and stayed out until after we’d gone to bed. I couldn’t surf or watch pointless television, which was refreshing! The Man started reading Anne Frank’s Diary of a Young Girl, and I read more of my feminist theology, and went to bed around 10. It was dark. I got sleepy extra-quickly. This morning, I woke up to electricity and…snow on the ground. ??!! It isn’t supposed to snow in April!! How ridiculous! Apparently we can expect more of the same for this weekend. The Almighty obviously has a sense of humour and wit: in celebration of New Life and Rebirth, we’ll have snow. Thank you, Jesus, but next year, maybe not so much with the snowstorms, ok?
My mood is hopeful. Now if someone could just explain to the government[s] that I will happily give them back their money as soon as I can, that would be super.
I’m also anticipating tears tomorrow morning. I always cry on Good Friday. We’ll sing ‘O, Sacred Head, Sore Wounded’ and I’ll weep silently with the sheer humanity of it all. Death, no matter how necessary or profound, is never easy. Not even for Him.