Even though Easter has not yet passed, I woke up this morning thinking about Mother’s Day and the old tradition from when I was a kid of wearing a white rose to church if one’s mother was no longer living and a red rose if still alive.
Being a contemplative – one who lives and moves and has her being in a meditative state, I’ve not been to an actual church in eons. It’s not that I can’t go to church, it’s simply that I don’t need that level of spiritual support and consequently choose not to go, so I don’t know if that tradition still exists.
And, actually, though I’ve not been TO church in eons, I was ON church property just yesterday attending a friend’s Easter Event.
The friend is a former coworker at the place referred to in this blog as The Plantation. She’s very active in her church – even taking instructions with the goal of entering the ministry, I believe, and had posted the happening on facebook.
Yesterday’s walk was on the Pacific Electric Trail at the Central Park Senior Citizen Center trailhead — 15 minutes away from the event. So I popped in, after the walk, to surprise her.
What good wholesome fun the event was. Other than the look of surprise and joy on my homie’s face, I particularly enjoyed the water balloon toss.
The water-filled balloons, being tossed in the air and into the audience, are not easily identifiable in the above photos, but a prize was won if one was caught. Some prizes were given out but, mostly, the balloons burst, spewing water over everyone in the vicinity.
There was a host of activities and everything was 100% free – including three or four brand new bike giveaways to a few lucky kids who arm wrestled a big muscular guy for the opportunity.
Mr. Muscles, who in fact is a movie star I did not recognize and whose name I failed to remember (Game of Arms, Real Husbands of Hollywood) put on a good show of not being able to out arm wrestle the kids, thus allowing them to win the bikes.
The kids totally bought it – that they’d out arm wrestled him.
You never saw such happy faces.
There was also free food, but I abstained — not because I’m watching my weight, but because 1) I don’t eat hot dogs or cotton candy and wasn’t tempted by the chips and whatnots, and 2) I was also in the area of my old stomping grounds, which included the parlor from where I use to order my no cheese pizzas.
If I was going to blow my diet it was going to be well worth it, so pizza it later was – for lunch, for dinner, with leftovers for breakfast and lunch today.
Despite the Weight Watcher leader’s edict to not use Easter as an excuse to go completely off plan for an extended period – “Remember, it’s Easter holiday not Easter holiweek”, looks like I’m in-between, having Easter Holi-threedays what with Friday’s Easter Potluck, yesterday’s pizza, this morning’s pizza breakfast and, later today, Easter dinner with daughter, her significant other, and granddaughter with whom I’ve somewhat reconnected.
No one ever said eating healthy 24/7 was going to be without pitfalls.