Monday, April 25, 2011

Easter and Some

Easter Sunday was windy and chilly.  It seems to me like the last five or six Easters in a row have been breezy and cold.  At any rate, it was still a fun day, despite the weather.  And at least this year there were no earthquakes, and I didn't have to wear a pirate patch on my eye (like last year's Easter debacle), so that alone rates this Easter better than last's.  Although I wound up losing the egg-rolling competition, so maybe they're about tied.

We started the morning going to church, where we watched a drama/musical called "Bow the Knee."  It was a beautiful, moving performance.  When we first arrived to church, a couple of Clint's karate students snuck behind him and wrapped their arms around his neck in one of their karate-holds (I don't really know the names of the moves).  Then one of the kids pretended to pull out an invisible knife and asked Clint, "Okay, what's your next move gonna be?" and the two continued to play around in such a manner.  I was chuckling at their rowdy behavior as we took our seats.  We wound up sitting behind more of Clint's rambunctious dojo friends.  One acquaintance, a man about our age (married with kids), turned around and was chit-chatting with Clint, when he leaned his entire arm on Clint's leg, and allowed his hand to rest on Clint's knee.  At one point of the conversation, the man said (in a mischievous way that reminded me of Drew Carey), "Hey, this doesn't make you uncomfortable, does it?"  Clint said with a perfectly straight face, "No, not at all."  I chimed in with, "We've only been at church for four minutes and have already been accosted with invisible weaponry, and now some guy is feeling up my husband, so needless to say, it's been an interesting morning."  The man responded with, "Yeah, church people weird me out too."  Let the record show that, at this point, his hand was still on Clint's knee.  I was crying with laughter...on the inside, of course, cuz we're in church.  The outer-laughter would happen later once the service was over and I was safely in the car. 

After church, we did the normal Easter stuff.  Clint's entire family came over for a BBQ lunch and Easter-egg hunt.  We did our hunt indoors this time, because of the crummy weather.  We also did our annual roll-off, which Clint's sister won.  For the life of us, no one could remember who the reigning champion was from last year.  I'm such a scatterbrain because I just now read last year's Easter entry about ten minutes ago, and discovered it was me.     

On an un-Easter-related note, my dad was attacked on Friday.  He was driving home (in broad daylight), when the driver behind him began honking and pointing to his car.  My dad thought something must be wrong with his car, so he pulled over to the side of the road.  He had just started to open his door to talk to the driver of the other vehicle, when suddenly the man punched him in the left cheek without any warning.  Two other guys appeared, and they beat him to the ground.  They quickly hurried back to their vehicle and drove away.  The cops appeared a short time later and took a report.  They originally thought that it might have been an attempted car-jacking, but that theory doesn't carry a lot of weight, given that the men did not try to get into my dad's car.  Most likely it was some kind of random, senseless, gang initiation, and my dad was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.  He is fine; all of his injuries are superficial (black eye, puffy cheek, scraped up arms), but his pride is deeply wounded, and he is emotionally shaken by the whole thing.  I, on the other hand, am absolutely pissed and pretty much want to run those guys over with my car.

The only other thing of consequence that happened this weekend was an issue with baby spiders.  We never have spiders in my house.  We get armies of ants every summer, but for some reason, never spiders.  That's why I was surprised when last night, I went to close the drapes in our master bedroom, and as I pulled them closed, dozens of little tiny spiders came pouring over the curtains.  It truly was an arachnophobic sight, if you're afraid of spiders.  Luckily spiders don't make my heart race in any way, so I just stared at the curtain for a minute or two, trying to decide my next move.  Then I walked out into the living room and told Clint, "There's a bunch of baby spiders crawling down our curtains."  He said, "Did you kill them?" I said, "No, I don't do that."  He said, "Okay...what do you want me to do about it?"  I said, "I'm not sure...maybe find the source?"  So he went in the room and said, "Damn, there is a bunch of spiders!"  He killed as many as he could, but now I'm thinking there's a nest of them somewhere in my room?  Do spiders have nests?  Or maybe they came in through the window sill.  I thought it would be hard to sleep last night, knowing that a bunch of refugee baby arachnids were possibly still scampering around my room, but I ended up sleeping like a baby last night, so I guess my sub-conscience wasn't too worried about it.  But still...blechhhh, right?

Small group is coming over tonight, so I better go get some food ready!