Palm Sunday

Sunday, March 20, 2005

It was the first of Holy Week, the first day of spring. Appropriate for them to coincide, Collette thought. And Easter was coming earlier than it had in years. It was already time to paint the pasanka eggs and prepare the ham and cranberry jelly. But for the present morning, Collette knew she had a long week ahead of her. Retrospectively, however, she knew it would be the very blink of an eye before she found herself back before her desk once again, Easter Sunday morning.

Saturday had been a good afternoon. Besides Carrie-Bri running the battery out in the car after only fifteen minutes of leaving the headlights on while Rose ran into the grocery store… everything was fine. There was even time for a Midsomer Murders before Carrie left for work in her black attire and white apron – which she loathed, but Collette actually thought looked rather nice on her.

And of course, it had been moving day up at the church office, and Dad and Joe stayed particularly long to finish up while Mom helped bring lunch. The back door to the office had been broken into that Friday night. Collette surveyed the damage to the side where part of the door had split by the lock. It was a wonder, whoever did it, had failed to run off with any equipment. Everything else was still intact.

And then while Mom napped and the kids played, Dad and Collette discussed the church for a spell. OLeif had brought several of the youth over later, including Joe and Rose, for pizza and a movie or two. Though she was tired, Collette was satisfied with the day.