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I will post the music later. I am doing all this from my iPad, and I am having trouble figuring other than text. I did get the picture so I figure I’ll get how to post the music video, but my iPad would like to be charging for a bit so I’ll do that while I do errands. I’ll be back !

All the predictions were correct. It is raining, and it is raining loud enough to be heard on the roof and windows. The rain will be around all day. It is the warmest day in a while, in the mid 40’s. I have a couple of errands to do. That’s it on my dance card.

Today is Holy Thursday. I have a memory of this day from when I was around 13 or 14. My grandfather was a little man, not very tall. He was pompous and acted as if he were the tallest man in the world. He smelled of cigars. I remember in his house was a small round cabinet which opened to be a pipe holder, but I never saw him smoke a pipe. He used to rub his whiskers against our cheeks in some sort of weird fun for him. It hurt. He was the chief usher for the church. Anyway, my mother and I went to the Holy Thursday evening mass. During the mass was the ceremony of the priest washing the feet of some of his male parishioners, a sign of humility representing Christ washing the feet of his disciples. My grandfather was one of those men. There he was sitting in a chair on the altar with his feet bare. I remember how white his feet looked. When the priest started to wash his feet, my mother and I started laughing. We did it quietly, but our shoulders shook as did the pew. We couldn’t stop. It struck us as so very funny. We did calm down but not before a few looks from our pew mates.

I have a bit of a Bible story. When I was still in training in Ghana, I spent a week at my school setting up a checking account at the bank in town, seeing what I needed for my house and meeting the principal, Georgina Intsiful. I remember she drove a small blue car. I was sitting outside the front of my house when she drove up, got out of the car and introduced herself. She told me what classes I’d be teaching and explained some of my other duties. I was going to be the housemother of the bottom dorm of the new two story dorm, the one called Georgina. I would be the tutor on duty for a week in my turn, and one of the responsibilities was to lead morning prayer before breakfast. She asked me if I had brought my Bible. I was flummoxed. I had no Bible. I blurted out to her that I had parts of it memorized.

I can see the color of the hyacinths. The dafs have bloomed. The flowers know it is spring.

Today is another miserable day, cold and drizzly. To add to the misery, my computer will not charge so I am on my iPad. My front fence won’t stay up, and an animal broke into the trash. When I woke up, Nala was so asleep she didn’t move. I had to disturb her to make sure she was just sleeping. My coffee maker is being testy and stopping before being finished. I am holding my breath hoping the rest of the day gets better, but that is, I expect, a bad idea. I’ll probably gag.

One bright spot is uke. It starts again tonight with practice. Our music book is the 70’s. Some of the songs are difficult. Carole King is best for listening, not playing.

When I was a kid, I would plan my future, not what I’d be but where I would go. Using pamphlets from the airport and post cards, I’d cut out pictures and make scrapbooks of my travels. I even wrote the narratives as if I had been there. They were my dream books.

I remember one Easter Sunday when I was in Ghana. I was staying at the Peace Corps hostel in Accra, about fifty cents a night with breakfast. It was in a section of the city called Adabraka. I always stayed there, and it was a reunion of sorts with other volunteers I seldom saw who were posted all over, none near me. We made plans on Saturday to spend Easter at the beach. After breakfast, we jumped into taxis and went to a beach club. It was sort of ritzy. The beach was lovely. Tables with umbrellas were by the club. We swam and played in the water. We had lunch. We decided after lunch to take a walk down the beach. I remember all the palm trees. Husks of coconuts were under the trees. We found a piece of palm tree and half a coconut and played baseball along the sand. I remember laughing and getting only one hit. I remember the sunburn. It was fierce.

Other than uke, my dance card is empty. I ordered Easter dinner, a traditional dinner with ham. I still need to buy my Peeps so they have time to harden. I like them rock hard. I have no favorite color. Each one tastes the same.