When I dropped by C’est Chic today I read Mireille’s post about Easter and it really brought back memories of my own feelings on Good Friday. No matter how nice the spring weather was at the time, it always seemed that on Friday afternoon of Easter weekend, the sky would cloud over and it would become cold and miserable. My young Catholic brain always figured ‘of course-its because ma’ nature also mourns the sacrifice of Jesus.
So, even though its been many years since I’ve been a Catholic, I still have a shadow flit through my brain on Good Friday. The shadow comes and goes so quickly I’m hardly aware of it but its just a holdover from my childhood I’ve come to accept and not be bothered with. Just for a moment though, I expect the day to be a downer.
Yesterday, me and the children were at home, doing ‘life’. My industrious and creative DD, made some Dinosaur eggs:
I talked for a long time to my lovely perfumista friend Robin who lives in Rhode Island. I talked about how we met in this post.
Then, the most amazing surprise was a phone call from my friend Nancy. She moved to Calgary years ago to follow her nursing career but we’ve remained close friends. She had decided to come up for the weekend on the spur of the moment and was staying with her folks. So the rest of the afternoon was spent out in the back yard chatting and enjoying some perfume. The children entertained themselves killing ants and harrassing Casper. Nancy and I made plans for our ‘girls weekend’ in May when I get to escape the mayhem for a couple of days while DH* and the kids do some fun stuff without Mom.
Good Friday was really, really good. Yay!
* Nancy tells me that in some circles DH stands for dickhead. Not so in this case. Its stands for Dear Husband, just as DD stands for Dear Daughter and DS stands for Dear Son. (I’m not the kind of person who delights in making disparaging references to loved ones).