What are you doing for Easter?
Today is the day before Good Friday (er, Maundy Thursday?). Live seafood in the, er, sea muct be quaking in their boots (if fish were inclined to wear boots — I bet they would if they had legs… actually, they’d wear flippers) because, as we all know, Catholics can’t eat meat on Good Friday (how come fish meat isn’t considered meat? Are fish non-believers? If someone ate mountain oysters could they argue that it wasn’t really meat?).
I’m at work, and have realised the golden rule: do not save all your work on the network drive in case your own PC dies, only to have the network itself D-I-E and the network administrator go on Easter holidays a day early. It’s been three hours, and only the bloke who kept his computer on and network files open overnight has any sort of access.
There’s only so much you can do when your entire job is dependent on access to the company network.
So let’s talk about the weather. Scotland has been seeing stellar, superstar weather over the past week — blue skies, warm sun, and light breezes. It’s absolutely gorgeous out. I’ve seen what look like a blanket of cherry blossoms on many trees, the daffodils are springing up every-freaking-where, and I feel so lucky the one allergy I do not suffer is hayfever.
I’m filled with anticipation for the weekend ahead. If the weather keeps up, I envision bouncing around in the fields, surrounded by spring meadows (the reality is everything is covered in dog shit so bouncing around will be replaced with trading very carefully). Since Glasgow Central is going to be closed and all trains will terminate at Motherwell, we’ll only be able to get to towns via a limited and overly expensive bus network. Unless we drive, which we might if the car gets serviced quickly.
Maybe we’ll go walk on the bings! And fall through and burn to death!
There might be crafting. I’ve got loads of projects on the go or in planning. I’ve got an idea for new amigurumi avians I want to try. I’ve got toys to make, shrugs to crochet.
I’m going to be back at Strathclyde Park on Sunday for the Tom Scott Race. Wish me luck, since I’ve only done a wee bit of running over the last two weeks.
It’s also actually a bit tempting to go to church, since Easter is one of two times Mass isn’t constantly reminding us how guilty we should be feeling over letting Our Lord and Saviour die for us, since he just rose from The Dead in The Miracle that is the… er… Resurrection (forgot what it was called there for a moment). I remember Holy Saturdays being about kissing The Feet Of The Jesus. I coulda caught oral herpes from that, but I didn’t. Not gonna tempt fate there.
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Isn’t every Friday a good Friday? Leads into a even better Saturday and a do nothing Sunday, before starting another mournful Monday and so on…
(obviously an athiest wrote this)
Happy Chocolate Eggs weekend!!!!!
We’ve got a couple of good options here in SF. Easter is the traditional date of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence party in Dolores Park (featuring the infamous Hunky Jesus Contest). There’s also a Big Wheel race down Lombard Street (the twisty street all the tourists like).
My personal tradition is to buy and consume a Cadbury Creme Egg.
Have fun, whatever you end up doing.
Jeff
PS: what is a “bing”?
thought the church’s all in black for saturday? oral herpes? eww, thought they stopped that (the kissing of the statues) after sars?
just guessing but are you referring to tar pits? (bing?)
happy eating choc day (not too sure which denomination of the christian church you belong to)
Jeff and Judy, a bing is a waste heap from a colliery.
Judy, I didn’t say Holy Saturday wasn’t all about the guilt, I was very specifically referring to Easter. The one and only time I went to Mass on Holy Saturday was several years before SARS, so I wouldn’t know. Since I mentioned Mass, my ‘official’ religious denomination should be obvious.
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