When I played snail slalom the day before yesterday, I didn't wear socks with my sandals and got blisters on both big toes and on one heel. I feel like such a wimp. I would have liked to go down to the salt lake this morning to watch the sunrise, but I pretended that the fact that my favorite sling is in the laundry was the reason I didn't, not my limping.
So...this morning I actually set the alarm, for 4:55, and went up on the
roof, instead. The sunrise is officially around 6:30 a.m., but it's light long
before that, and the part I like best is watching it get light. I got Helen back
to sleep and left her in bed with Papa and went up at 5:15, just in time.
Because of the lights from the airport, the streetlamps, and the brightness of
the moon, I'm not sure if there was any light from the sun or not yet--east
didn't really look any different from any other direction. By 5:30, it was
definitely dawning, and the streetlights went off at about 5:45. Despite the
telephone lines and the buildings and the lack of mountains, I enjoyed it very
Having celebrated the Son-Rise by myself on the roof, I came back downstairs
at about 6:15, in a much better mood than I'd been in yesterday, ready to
continue celebrating the Resurrection with my family. I made Easter bread, using
Greek yogurt instead of Quark, guessing at the amount of baking powder because
my recipe said "a packet of baking powder", adding a lot more flour than the
recipe said to get the right consistancy, and leaving it in the oven for about
twice as long as the recipe said, and it still turned out fine! While it was in
the oven I put eggs on to boil and went outside to take down laundry and
completely forgot about the eggs. 10 of the 12 were cracked, but I dyed all of
them anyway, and set the table with a miniature chocolate egg on each plate.
Everyone liked the bread and the eggs and the children were glad that we had a
treat after all, after we'd cancelled the egg-dying yesterday due to the
enormous gap between parental expectations and children's behavior.
After breakfast the children even made butterflies and eggs with coffee
filters, paper towels, and the left-over egg dye. I felt very domestic and
organized. That does happen, once every couple of years or so, but it wears off
At 10:00 we went to the worship service of a church we've sort of kind of
decided that we might mostly go to semi-regularly, and then afterwards went to a
multi-lingual house church for lunch and fellowship (and learning Greek!), and
didn't get home until nearly 6:00 p.m. And now it's 8:00 and I'd actually like
to be getting the children ready for bed, but we didn't eat lunch until nearly
3:00 and haven't even had dinner yet, and now a friend is here playing Ligretto
with the children, so I'm at the computer. I'm not sure what we're doing next
Sunday, which is when the Greek Orthodox celebrate Easter.
Okay, the friend is going to continue playing Ligretto with the children, and
Jörn (and Helen) and I are going to walk to the bakery ALL BY OURSELVES and buy