It seemed that I woke only a few minutes after getting the alarm set. How could it be 6:30 already? I climbed out of bed and found my way to the coffee maker. The sink was stacked high with dishes, and that would get handled later. I assembled coffee, making a whole pot, and then found my way to the shower and did all the usual things. I put on a white dress shirt, a Pride tie, a green sweater vest, and my black church shoes (what Jesu in India called “preacher shoes”), and assembled the remaining items, the cooked and cooled sausages. I risked putting plastic wrap over the coffee pot and set it on the car floor (I should have wrapped it in a towel to keep it from moving).
The electric grills were already in the car with other items. I checked that I had everything; I forgot the extra butter, but we had plenty. Traffic before 7 in Beaverton on Easter Sunday is nonexistent, and I arrived early. I parked Air VW the Gray on the street next to the church. Emmaus Security, from the other church before us, recognized me, and I walked to the kitchen and soon unloaded the EV.
The coffee had spilled, leaving about half of its contents to spice up the EV. The fine German Engineering, unlike the Volvo I had (redesigned by the Chinese who own Volvo), did not put the pain cables and computer on the floor, and thus there was no loss or fire. I would not want to spill coffee in a Tesla! I will clean that up later, maybe (the carpet is black and plastic-based and will shrug off the coffee).
I had a light turn pink on my trip in, and I tried to brake for it, but then I heard the coffee and drove through it. I reached back and turned the now rolling coffee pot back to normal. There was a small sea of coffee. Hmmm.
Nothing was ruined, and I soon was unpacking things. Z and Dondrea soon appeared. Seth set up the tables while Z and I organized the food. Later, Pam would appear with a pile of cooked bacon and reheat it in the microwave (Costco). We would serve freshly grilled pancakes, brown-sugar-and-honey pork sausage, and bacon from Pam. We also had coffee and even tea from Bill.
We started serving around 9, when there were lots of early folks, and kept cooking until after 10. Other folks stepped in and cleaned the kitchen (which was not too bad, since nobody dropped anything this year—don’t ask). We also kept the crew small, which helped prevent mistakes. Seth started to cook pancakes and I stepped out. I just mixed the pancake stuff.
By 10:45, all was put away and back to normal. By 11, I was ushering for the Easter Service. Today, we had 64 plus 8 online. Lower than last year. As it was the first Sunday in April, it is tradition in Methodist Churches to hold communion on this day. Rev. Anne gave the Easter Sermon and retold the story of Jesus’ disappearance from the tomb and his appearances thereafter. Pastor Anne concluded that Mary Magdalene was ready to see Jesus, while the others were too consumed by grief and their own thoughts to be ready to see the angels and Jesus. Anne believes that only Mary was open to the revelation, and we need to remember to be open to Jesus and God (less Peter and more Mary, using my own words).
Pastor Ken did communion and reminded everyone that at the Methodist Church, communion was open to anyone. I got to use the new process and just raise my arms to get everyone to stand and find their way to communion (or not). After church, my feet hurt, so I got in the EV and headed out, wishing folks a Happy Easter.
I drove to BJ’s Brewhouse, sat at the bar, and had their prime rib Sunday dinner. Taylor was my bartender, and she remembered me. I talked to others at the bar, enjoying an easy (there was no line as BJ’s is not the usual Easter Brunch choice) meal and excellent prime rib (though it is cheaper and better in the Detroit area). We chatted about travel and other easy subjects, including baseball, which was playing on the big screens at the bar.
The beer, food, and the four hours on my feet had me ready for a nap. I spent a few hours enjoying a nap and rose again around five or so. I did not need dinner. I said good night to Deborah, who figured I was napping before. Next, I did the dishes and read. I read
Painkillers, a bowl of ice cream, and a new high-fantasy story make for an excellent ending for Easter 2026. I went to bed. Finally got the pillows arranged and read until I started to lose track of the words, nodding off. It was too warm (with Easter being sunny and reaching 80°F/27°C), so I turned on the fan in the master bedroom. Sleep then game with the light breeze.
Jeff installed ceiling fans in the two bedrooms during a previous house update.
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