Song Lyric of the Day:
Ain’t going back to Barton Hollow / Devil gonna follow me e’er I go / Won’t do me no good washing in the river / Can’t no preacher man save my soul
The Civil Wars / “Barton Hollow“
I’m looking forward to the holiday weekend. Work today is a short day to help kick things off, so I’ll be sprinting out the door at 2 o’clock. Lent ends on Saturday, along with my self-imposed Lenten sacrifice of deep-fried food. The last time I ate fried food was dinner on Ash Wednesday, March 8, when I hit Bojangle’s so I could go out with one last fix of fried chicken and seasoned fries. Since then I’ve resisted the temptation to cheat, which has been hard. No donuts. No chimichangas or hard-shell tacos. No regular potato chips. None of my dad’s tostones. No fried French fries (I made oven-baked fries once). No boneless buffalo wings. You get the idea. But I’ve survived and I’m healthier for it. I’ll likely eat deep-fried food again — this is me, after all — but now I know I can survive without it, so I’ll definitely eat it a lot less — I’m even a soft-taco convert now.
What I’m looking forward to most this weekend is Coraline turning 7 months old on Saturday, followed by her first Easter on Sunday. I’m hoping we can squeeze in a visit to the Easter Bunny at the mall for a photo. It’ll be interesting to see if she handles meeting the Easter Bunny even half as well as she handled meeting Santa Claus. And she’ll be getting her first Easter basket from us, too. That’s mostly for me and Rich to enjoy, though. Okay, it’s mostly for me. But Rich will no doubt enjoy it, too.
And heading into this weekend, Coraline’s hit another milestone: Last night she sat up for several minutes on her own. Can’t wait to see what she does next.
