3/4/99

The services this morning went smoothly. Nobody sneezed on me--that alone makes it a good day. The congregation was friendly, intelligent, and they didn't do any weird recruiting of the musicians. Truthfully, if I were staying in this area I'd probably attend this church, if only because they brought in a live lamb for the Easter service. That little guy was so cute. I visited him in his little pen between services and he greeted me with a "mmmmaaaaaaaahhhhh!" And he tried to nurse on my fingers.

When I got home I realized that it's Easter and I'm not going home. And John's not here. Excluding Valentine's Day, this is my first solo holiday. I got a little depressed about that. Just as I was settling down on the couch to pity myself, the phone rang and my dad said, "Hey! We're in Ann Arbor! Be there in 45 minutes." Doh. I sped around, managed to tidy the living room, hide the dish pile in the oven, and clean the toilet and the bathroom sink in about 30 minutes. When they came in I was lying on the couch watching Martina Hingis and Anna Kournikova bounce around in their tight little shorts. My dad immediately plopped on the couch and watched, too, and we had this little conversation about tennis players and matches without revealing that both of us were just watching for the hot chicks. My mom tried to seduce my cat with a catnip-scented veterinarian-shaped chew toy. They had to leave after half an hour so my dad could get home in time for the Red Wings game. I can't believe they drove this far out of their way to drop off an Easter basket full of asparagus and broccoli.

I spent the rest of the afternoon lazing on the couch, reading and watching the hockey game. Took a nap long enough that I won't be able to sleep tonight. Called my grandmother. Petted the cat. All in all, not a bad day. Certainly better than I'd expected.