It's almost a week again since I've written. The job is challenging, and I enjoy it, but I come home and collapse on the nights when I don't have to be at my mother-in-law's to get her to bed. Still, I am getting in more of a walk than I have in a while. The walk from the subway to the office is pleasant. It's only about a quarter of a mile, but in the process I walk over the bridge which is near the Tea Party Ship Museum. From the moment my foot touches the bridge I can hear the sounds of fife and drum wafting on the breeze. Every so often they will throw in a fiddle for atmosphere. I know it's all recorded and tourist-phony, but it's a rather charming way to start the day. I watch the ducks in the channel as they find their breakfast. Most fascinating are the other commuters. Most are plugged into something or other...an iPhone, an e-book, an iPod....and are completely oblivious to what's going on around them. They rush past me up the escalator to get to where they are bound. Many mornings I will take the stairs from deep underground all the way to the sunshine on the sidewalk, but this week I've been so tired that I chose quite consciously to ride.
I've learned to leave enough time so that I have the option of strolling to get to the office. The days of cutting it close are far behind me. There is enough stress in the world without my adding more. On the way in I get a seat on the train usually, and I read my book, a treat for me. There are still a few tiny piles of soot-encrusted snow here and there where the plows piled it high on the street corners, but for the most part it is certainly spring.
Baskets were mailed to my college boys, and for the first time I won't have to stay up late to help the Bunny hide plastic eggs filled with money or chocolates. All in all, I would say I'm ready for an "Alleluia" after a long, sad fall and winter. I'll read at the Vigil tonight. I'll sing at a Mass tomorrow, and then it's off to the in-laws' for a non-traditional Easter feast of Chinese food. Usually it's a ham dinner, carefully and lovingly cooked by my sister-in-law at her beautiful home, but this year we will gather where Mom is and keep Papa company. She won't know the difference. But we'll be teaching my nephews the value of faithfulness and flexibility, and that's no small achievement.
I've learned to leave enough time so that I have the option of strolling to get to the office. The days of cutting it close are far behind me. There is enough stress in the world without my adding more. On the way in I get a seat on the train usually, and I read my book, a treat for me. There are still a few tiny piles of soot-encrusted snow here and there where the plows piled it high on the street corners, but for the most part it is certainly spring.
Baskets were mailed to my college boys, and for the first time I won't have to stay up late to help the Bunny hide plastic eggs filled with money or chocolates. All in all, I would say I'm ready for an "Alleluia" after a long, sad fall and winter. I'll read at the Vigil tonight. I'll sing at a Mass tomorrow, and then it's off to the in-laws' for a non-traditional Easter feast of Chinese food. Usually it's a ham dinner, carefully and lovingly cooked by my sister-in-law at her beautiful home, but this year we will gather where Mom is and keep Papa company. She won't know the difference. But we'll be teaching my nephews the value of faithfulness and flexibility, and that's no small achievement.
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