Easter weekend

Gracie in our backyard.

Gracie and her friend posing with the Easter lilies at church

Gracie and Brady ready to hunt eggs.

My Easter weekend started out well. I had a girl’s night with my friend. We went to see another friend in an Easter play/walk-through that was really nice. Then we went out to dinner and out again. We met up with some people. I spent the night at her apartment because we had plans the next day. She was so sweet. I slept on the couch and she tucked me in with a quilt. It was still tucked in the next morning. I was touched. She’s younger and normally I would/should be the older, wiser, mentor-type person, but she generally takes care of me when we go places. That was especially true the next day. It was Earth Day – we went to Starbux – I got the free coffee with refillable mug – then we went to give blood and get free crawfish. Now it’s been about 10 years since I’ve given blood. And for good reasons, it turns out. I always want to do it. It seems like such a good thing to do – relatively painless and it does so much good for other people. Win-win. Except for me. I guess I had forgotten or thought that I had grown out of it or something. Anyway I get really ill. Like pass-out disoriented, nauseated, etc. It was the lure of the crawfish, I tell you. Lovely, yummy boiled crawfish. Anyway, my friend once again had to take care of me. Rather, she brought me to my parents, which was good enough. I was useless the rest of that day and some of the next. I did manage to get up and get us dressed the next day to go get my car, then shop around a bit, then take Gracie to an Easter egg hunt, but that was about it for me. Never, never again. I did get signed up on the bone marrow registry, which was nice, as did my friend and her friend who was with us. And they are both O blood types and will probably start giving more now, so not a total loss, but man. What a day! My parents too Gracie to Shangri-la for a butterfly release. They said there was about 1000 people there. Earth day!

Praying for: the people who will get our blood and for the ones waiting for a match on the bone marrow registry.