One last Easter service to go..

Went last night to "The Service of the Murdered God," as my pal Andrew calls it. "Lamentations" is what Holy Cross calls it, and it's one of the most beautiful evening services of Easter Week. I qualify it because I have never attended a morning or afternoon service during Easter week. One year (maybe next year) I'll take the whole week off and attend every service, just to see what they all are like. Bob and I were invited for a Pascha dinner at my godparents' home. My godmother is going all-out: lamb, spanakopita, and all. I'll bring three appetizers. I can't wait. It's been two years since I was able to celebrate an Easter Sunday.

Because of Pascha I have not written all week. At our last writer's group meeting I turned in a partial effort, but I'm not happy with that start and may let the whole idea lapse. Meanwhile I found a story I began years ago and then lost (that was 3 computers ago, the file is gone forever, and I thought I didn't have a hard copy--well, I found a hard copy two days ago, to my delight). I still like that fragment a lot, so I'll begin fleshing it out and will probably just abandon the other one. It's just not going anywhere.

Today (make that yesterday) I was head-hunted for the first time ever. The exact quote was "What do I have to do to get you to come work for me?" It would mean a lot more money, but I love my current job. So I listened but didn't leap. Neither did I decline. I'll need to do some interviewing and investigating before deciding if I want to take the offer, but it was flattering to get the call.