The Weekend

The magnolia trees are ridiculous right now.

After work, I stopped by our library's quilt exhibit for a moment, which was a delight.

Then Francisco dealt with the kids while I went to stations. They switched this week from the traditional prayers to a 1970s version where the prayers don't sound anything like prayers. Below: Some fascinating depictions of women. You know I cannot turn off my (God-given!) critical faculties when exposed to new materials!

The evening weather was just too good to be true, but the kids were beat, so we left them at home with an audiobook and a cellphone (this is a whole new world and one I am really here for!) and drove over to our favorite nature walk. Sublime and I found a crinoid. The Virginia bluebells will take another week or so, though. 

Sorry for all the breakfast pictures, but I cooked the eggs perfectly and it was so good with the asparagus. 

Overall: Spring is good. As always, I'm trying to do too much at work. I love teaching. I love people. I hate emails. 

Oh--and I really loved this about Lazarus and art. The piece claimed that the painting of Lazarus was "the last in a sequence of images showing scenes from the Passion before Christ's entry into Jerusalem." I guess we can't take theological stuff from the Washington Post, because I don't think? the Passion starts before Christ's entry into Jerusalem (I think it's after the last supper?), but since we're in lent, it's fitting to think about Lazarus.