Happy Easter. Happy Sunday. Don't worry, be happy.
Tonight we're having Easter dinner at my parent's house. And it's great that it's Easter and all, although to be completely honest we're not having dinner because it's Easter per se, but rather because it's a holiday and everyone's off and it's a great excuse to have dinner. At some point, you just take what you can get.
I was supposed to go to church. And, again, in the vein of complete honesty, not because I'm Catholic or even wanted to, but because my husband is Catholic and because he wanted to, and it was important to him and therefore important to me. I was just going along for the ride. I never really know what to do in church. There's some pagentry to it, and I prefer the midnight mass to the Easter mass because of all the singing, and because I know the songs, although once the Messiah comes, I'm pretty much done. I think only the faithful should really be singing that kind of stuff. Then I start looking at the statues and stained glass stories of Jesus, and all the other neat architectural bits around the church. My husband goes to a church with lots of neat architectural bits.
Although, this God, he works in mysterious ways. I ended up not going to church because we brought the dog with us, and since my parents were out when we got to their house, we couldn't just leave her there in an empty house full of unfriendly cats. So I went to work, and he went to church, and on the way back he got us a nice lunch at Foster's Freeze.
So here we are. Dinner's done. Game's over, so I guess we're going home soon. I started a painting because I had time on my hands and tools at my disposal, but my mom works with oils instead of acrylics so there's only so far you can go in one sitting. Which means I have to visit a little more often so I can add stuff to it. I hope I did it right. I have never in my life worked with oils before, and I had some vague idea of mixing the paint with linseed oil, which I did right onto the canvas, which I hope is okay. If not, it will probably crack or something, but I guess I could work with that. It's not like I know what I'm doing anyway, so how bad could it be?
Anyway, Happy Easter. Or if you're not into that kind of thing, Happy Sunday.
I was supposed to go to church. And, again, in the vein of complete honesty, not because I'm Catholic or even wanted to, but because my husband is Catholic and because he wanted to, and it was important to him and therefore important to me. I was just going along for the ride. I never really know what to do in church. There's some pagentry to it, and I prefer the midnight mass to the Easter mass because of all the singing, and because I know the songs, although once the Messiah comes, I'm pretty much done. I think only the faithful should really be singing that kind of stuff. Then I start looking at the statues and stained glass stories of Jesus, and all the other neat architectural bits around the church. My husband goes to a church with lots of neat architectural bits.
Although, this God, he works in mysterious ways. I ended up not going to church because we brought the dog with us, and since my parents were out when we got to their house, we couldn't just leave her there in an empty house full of unfriendly cats. So I went to work, and he went to church, and on the way back he got us a nice lunch at Foster's Freeze.
So here we are. Dinner's done. Game's over, so I guess we're going home soon. I started a painting because I had time on my hands and tools at my disposal, but my mom works with oils instead of acrylics so there's only so far you can go in one sitting. Which means I have to visit a little more often so I can add stuff to it. I hope I did it right. I have never in my life worked with oils before, and I had some vague idea of mixing the paint with linseed oil, which I did right onto the canvas, which I hope is okay. If not, it will probably crack or something, but I guess I could work with that. It's not like I know what I'm doing anyway, so how bad could it be?
Anyway, Happy Easter. Or if you're not into that kind of thing, Happy Sunday.
posted by Sophia & Sienna's Mom at 8:02 PM
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