7: I sleep a little later than usual and enjoy a quiet first hour of the day, with my Bible, journal, iBreviary, coffee, and then puzzles.
8:15 or so: I prod some sleeping children gently, greeting the birthday guy with jazz hands and warm good wishes. I take the dog out and have a quick shower.
8:45: Gentle chivvying, moving people toward the car. We all pile in at 8:50.
9: Lovely Mass, with 5 of us in the pew.
10:15: Pete has requested oven pancake as his birthday breakfast, and I assemble it quickly with the goal of being ready for my weekly Zoom call with my college roommates at 10:30. (I will have to link the oven pancake recipe tomorrow -- I have set up too many bedtime restrictions to do it tonight.) (Monday update: here's the link to the oven pancake recipe. I never turn down the oven temp these days -- just keep it at 450.)
10:35: Close enough. All 5 roommates are going to be on the call today, so I wanted to be sure to pop in.
11: I slip away for a minute to grab a slice of oven pancake. Turns out to be the last slice -- oven pancake is always a hit.
11:30: I duck out of the roommate call. Feels a little soon to start our next meal, but it's going to be a full day and I know i should get busy. Maybe...I will just slouch on the couch for a wee minute.
12:15: Time to get moving. I need to make palak paneer and chocolate chip cookies for the birthday guy. Elwood plays a round of Splendor with the kids. I clean up the breakfast dishes and start cooking.
1:45: We are eating at a weird time to fit everything in, and after a bit of a scramble we all sit down. The new palak paneer recipe is good. Everybody makes happy contented food noises. Pete opens presents after we eat.
2:20: Joe and I say goodbye (he will leave while I am gone) and I zip off to church, where I am supposed to meet a pianist at 2:30 to sing for the 3:00 Divine Mercy service. Sandy is sure she should go in the car with me, but I'm not convinced she can sing Tantum Ergo.
2:30: No pianist?
2:35: Still no pianist? I have a moment of anxiety about whether I actually know O Salutaris Hostia well enough to chant it in Latin.
2:38: Pianist texts to say she'll be there at 2:50. I start setting up the daunting sound system but it has so many stupid buttons.
2:52: Pianist scurries in, visibly stressed. We organize ourselves briskly.
3: The Divine Mercy service is so lovely. People are lined up out the door for confession. The music proceeds smoothly.
4:10: My Sunday afternoon hour in the adoration chapel gets a late start because I was wrapping up music. I read the first half of Joshua and surprise myself by enjoying it. Be strong and courageous!
5:10: Back home! Joe is gone but Pete is still here, which is a welcome surprise. I do the Monday crossword puzzle. We say goodbye to Pete, a little sadly. I miss that boy when he is gone. Sandy gets an evening walk.
6: I sit down at the piano and Stella joins me. We have been singing Easter music together this weekend. We have an animated discussion about the unexpected C-sharp major chord in a particularly earworm-y song.
6:45: Some snacking happens in here somewhere. We decide to make a Target run. Stella's gym shoes have holes in them.
7:15: Huh, Target doesn't let you use the fitting rooms after 7pm, which puts a damper on Stella's hopes to buy a summery dress. (Stella is a fan of the puffed sleeve/tiered skirt look, but I feel like 1975 was enough of a puffed sleeve/tiered skirt season for me.) We do find shoes for Stella in a sea of weirdly blingy shoes. I find Target a little overwhelming these days (so! much! stuff!) but we make it out in one piece.
7:30: We stop at the ice cream shop across the street for a little Divine Mercy treat.
8:15: Home again. I check blogs and think to myself that I am pretty much out of blog post ideas. Does anyone want to hear about Trollope? Probably not.
9:15: I send Stella upstairs and start this post. Elwood cleans up the kitchen. I wonder whether any children are planning to come home for Mothers' Day. It's so good to have them here. Can you even believe Pete is 20?
10:15: I scoot myself off to bed. Good night!
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