My family is not getting together for Easter this year. As sometimes happens, especially with larger families, some had commitments elsewhere. That is fine with me, for I kind of wanted to be home in case Oldest Son calls. And I am probably the only human being on the planet (or at least in the USA) who still has a house phone and doesn't have a cell phone.
Oldest Son left Las Vegas yesterday morning. Around lunch time he called from St. George, Utah. He wanted me to look up St. George on my computer so I could see how beautiful the country was there. I did. It is. Last evening he called from Grand Junction, Colorado. He said that he had driven about 500 miles, was tired and thought he would sleep and set out again in the morning. I thought that was a good plan. If I remember right, the road between Grand Junction and Denver has a lot of up and a lot of down and a lot of curvy, which means that daylight driving is a good thing. It will be a couple more days before he is home.
The oven in my kitchen stove died. It was a slow death. First it would light (it is a gas stove) but would not heat. A few days later it would not light at all. Yesterday my landlord found the problem. The burner for the oven was fried - as in a hole burned into it. When he left my apartment, I thought he was going to order the parts and fix the oven. A couple of hours later he called, wanting to know if I had to have white appliances or would a stove and refrigerator with a stainless finish be OK. He said that he decided to just replace both, as I had been having problems with them and the way things are made now, they likely wouldn't last much longer anyway. So my new stove and refrigerator will be delivered Wednesday. And I can bake bread again. I have been missing baking bread.
I don't ever again want to hear anybody complain about not having enough storage space. Within my three rooms I have been moving things around to make room for Duane and his stuff. There isn't any furniture to deal with, but there is all of his household goods, clothes, etc. I have two closets in my bedroom. The largest of the two I had converted into a pantry, using some cheap stand alone shelves (6 of them), stacked and holding assorted extra food like baking supplies, commercially canned soups, other canned goods I had bought on sale and lots of pasta. The shelves are about a foot wide and deep and about table-top high. One went into my bathroom for extra towels and Duane's toiletries. The rest were distributed into nooks and crannies and corners of my living room. Next week I will pick up some fabric to make tablecloth-type pieces to drape over them to hide the contents. Worked out just fine. Where there is a will, there seems to always be a way.
Today will be a day of just puttering. I hear the beautiful sound of church bells coming from the Catholic Church a couple of blocks away. I believe that a person doesn't have to go to church in order to worship. But we do need to find our faith and stay strong within that faith.
My wish for you is to have a blessed Easter Day.