It's a pretty day here; maybe the pooch and I can sit on the porch later. We got something to eat at Applebee's today, but ate it in the truck, as the missus didn’t feel up to going inside. The food was decent, but not great. We splurged yesterday, too, and got food at Bob Evans. The missus went inside there and that why she opted for the truck today. My steak at BE was so-so (plus not cooked as I ordered) and my sweet corn was crunchy! - lol - At least the potatoes were okay.
My mom, sister and cousin ate at their homes today but then got together for a frostie and a short ride around town. We’d received a last minute invitation to my stepson’s, but his mom didn’t feel up to their stairs. They live by the river, so their actual living quarters are on the second and third floors. We don’t know what my wife’s siblings were doing as we all seemed to write one another out of our lives a few years ago. For one thing, each one thinks they’re better than the other ones, despite them all being nobodies. Have you ever noticed that some poor folks are more snobby than most rich folks? I suppose it must be some sort of over-compensation.
We both miss the old days when everyone within an hour’s drive would usually get together at the largest home in the family, often a farm house, and eat their Resurrection Day meal together. If the family was too big for one house sometimes two houses would be used with some folks traveling between the two. After eating, many of those inside dispersed out onto the porch or the lawn for lengthy conversations. Often the gardens got checked out, along with the barns and livestock if it was a country home. Most of those folks are dead now and those remaining often live clear across the country or just aren’t inclined to get together.
We know that sometime near Passover is the most likely time of Christ’s birth, not December. Resurrection Day is close to being correct and MAYBE even on the right day, if it’s linked to Passover and not the day that Ishtar was celebrated. The problem is that the Jews changed the way that Passover was figured, plus the calendar itself changed back in the 1700’s or so when we gave up the Julian Calendar and went with the Gregorian version. I’ve often thought that maybe God doesn’t really want us to know the exact day of Christ’s birth or death, lest we celebrate the day and not the Saviour. There’s certainly plenty of evidence of that at both holidays.
The old saying is that we must have an “Easter snow,” and ours came during the dark, early hours of April 1st. I awoke that day to 1/4 inch of the white stuff. It was gone by noon. We thought we’d escape the snow but nature said “April Fool!”
Like most days, the missus and I took a nap when we came home today, then she went to her TV and I to my computer. Later, We’ll eat the left-overs from our lunch, much as we did all those years ago after the big feed. Unlike then, we won’t eat them for a week running.
I’ve often thought that if I had a Jewish friend, I’d try to celebrate the Passover with him at least once if he was agreeable. The blood Jesus shed at the whipping post and on the cross provides a permanent version of what the blood on the doorposts did for the Jews at the first Passover. I realize that none of these thoughts are earth-shaking, but that’s what happens when I sit and think too much. Copyright 4/43/2021