Palm Sunday

Yesterday, after all of the weather predictions of thunder and lightning, big storm coming, we shut down windows, got extra blankets for us, and had the two space heaters positioned at head and feet.

Today, the sun is shining, and the wind is cold. Schizophrenic, as always.

We had morning coffee, and went about the business of folding up all of the blankets, feeding the crew, the usual.

Hauled the metal table and chairs out to the front, for anyone to take.  We were offered money for them, but it is Palm Sunday.  Pass it forward.

Then the wide-eyed frozen ‘what to do next’ moment.

Tomas decides to clear off the unwatched TiVo, and, in the spirit of Palm Sunday, we think it might be relaxing to lie on the floor in the cold bedroom  and watch a show. We get as comfortable as possible, then decide on a new experience.  Let’s watch “Dexter!”

It may seem sick and twisted, but think about it - a show about a former serial killer now stalking and killing active serial killers.

Isn’t this break appropriate on Palm Sunday?  Meticulous righting of wrongs, careful planning, for justice?

I am not sure, but it feels okay.

At least for now.