What's Hoppenin' in the Hodgepodge?

Slept in with a belly ache, headache, and leg aches, and tried to go back to sleep after drinking hot tea, but my bedroom is too sunny. I need room-darkening shades. Since I can't sleep, I will hop into the basket of Hodgepodge questions and see if I can hatch a few answers.  After reading mine, click on this cute button  of Joyce's to see what other good eggs had to say.

1. What are your plans for Easter? Are you cooking a big lunch or dinner? Dyeing eggs? Attending a sun rise service? Eating too much chocolate?

 

We will go to church at our choice of times: 7 , 9 or 11 a.m.  I'm thinking 7 is out of the question,  possibly 9 since at 11 there might be standing room only.... 

 

I'll be "cooking and taking" some of the Easter meal, but the specifics,  as yet, are unassigned. My precious daughter-in-law invited us to their place for 5:00 Sunday.  Her mom is coming down from NJ so it'll be quite the crowd. I'm so excited because I just feel so honored to be on the receiving end of an invitation, and because Easter has never been a big-meal deal in either my growing-up years or with the kids we've raised.  A big spiritual deal, yes, but not food-wise.  Perhaps we are starting a new tradition??!!  I am not a big chocolate fan. Gotta be in the mood.  I have been known to get in the mood when I see chocolate, though.

2. What is something you feel too young to do?

Go mall-walking. Yes, I know a lot of younger people do it, but I associate it with senior citizens.
On the other hand, I  have such a bad foot right now that ANY walking is making me feel old.

3. "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud...it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs..."
Of the characteristics mentioned in the biblical definition of love which do you find most difficult to live out and why?

To not be proud.  Pride is at the root of the others, is it not?  My pride says, "Hurry up. I have no patience to wait for you, to adapt to you, to listen without interrupting." My pride causes me to act and speak unkindly or to not do a kind favor when it's in my power. My pride makes me thinks I'm too good to accept what God has apportioned to me, so I envy what others have. My pride makes me want people to notice me. I hate the feeling of being invisible! My pride says "don't embarrass me or you won't live it down." My pride keeps a record of many, many wrongs.

4. What's a springtime flower you associate with your childhood?

Dandelions.  Okay, technically they're a weed, but I like the quote that goes something like, "A weed is only a flower you didn't intend to plant."  As  a kid , I had SO much fun picking and blowing their seed heads.


5. Ever sung karaoke? If so, what's your go-to song? If not and you're given the opportunity, would you?

Not in public. A few times at home with family, I sang "Open Arms" and "Don't Stop Believing" with all the passion that a 40-something-going-back-to-high-school-in-her-mind could sing.  Yeah, there's a reason my kids stopped inviting me down to the basement...

Given the opportunity, would I sing karaoke? Well, it would REALLY depend on the circumstances in which the opportunity presented itself. As in, will these people ever see me again?  If not, then yes. Is there a fair amount of wine cursing through my veins? If yes, then yes.  Could my performance show up on Facebook? If yes, then no. So, bottom line is, NO!


6. What is something you keep in a basket?

Linens in the closet, food in the pantry, books in the bathroom, mail in the kitchen.


7. When was the last time you felt foolish?

Yesterday, as I was seeking to explain "planned obsolescence" to my 11-year-old. While holding an iron, telling him things aren't made to last like they used to be, waiting (impatiently) for it to heat up. I took the time to make it a teaching moment, so "waxed eloquent"  and said maybe we need to stimulate the economy by buying a new iron.

Then I realized the darn thing wasn't plugged in.


8. Insert your own random thought here.

I thoroughly enjoyed Passover seder last night with my parents' congregation.  Why I wore mascara is beyond me; I always cry, so humbled by the fact that Christ delivered me from my own Egypt, my life of slavery to sin. He is my Passover lamb.

I loved being with my parents, seeing a couple young boys blow the shofar till they were red in the face, watching their excitement at finding the afikomen and my dad handing out prize money like he's Bill Gates.  I loved seeing my sister's pregnant belly (she finds out today if it's a boy or girl if baby "cooperates").  I loved all the food.

However, all the food didn't love me.  I'll spare the reasons why I know that. Even this morning I have a Passover seder potluck hangover, or a bug, I'm not sure. I am nauseated. By the way, do you know you shouldn't say "I'm nauseous"?   Nauseous means "causing nausea." Do I have that effect on you?  The correct way to say it is, "I'm nauseated." --that is, something has caused an ill feeling in me. Does all this talk of nausea make you nauseated or nauseous?  

Happy Resurrection Day to all my fellow believers out there! He is risen!