I Take It Back About Spring. Still Winter Here.

Spring is here my foot. I should have known better. The bird bath was frozen again this morning.
T. almost bonked the woman walking in front of him with the big cross he was carrying in church this morning. It wasn't deliberate, but he's too much like me, and I can hardly walk and chew gum at the same time (so I don't chew gum). I wish they'd give him something smaller to carry. During the announcements, the priest recommended a book that is going to be read for a discussion group, and I thought I'd read it even though I won't be joining the discussion group. I bought a copy (they had a stack for sale on a table) after the service, and browsed through it while I drank my coffee and ate my sandwiches (there was a very fine spread today). The book, The Heart of Christianity, by Marcus Borg, was an surprising (to me) choice, particularly during Lent, since part of the author's premise seems to be that Jesus wasn't really the Son of God. I unbought the book, but I did see, while browsing at Amazon later at home, a book called The Meaning of Jesus: Two Visions, by Marcus Borg and N.T. Wright, that looks interesting. I like N.T. Wright.
I had thought I might get started with my kitchen backsplash today, but we had to stop by Food Lion on the way home for toilet paper and ice cream, and by the time we got home the afternoon was well along. Ed wanted to put up a piece of trim before I started tiling, so K. and I went outside and did some yard work. I gathered and carried at least ten big paint bucketfuls of magnolia cones from the front yard to my stick pile in the back yard. I'm looking forward to the flowers on those magnolias, but I'm glad we only have two.