Good Friday

Yesterday was Good Friday. My first day free from the semester classes, made even more glorious by the fact that it was also a work holiday. Good Friday.

I woke up wanting to build an altar in the backyard. If I could have found a large stone of some sort, I might have built an Ebenezer and celebrated.

Steph sent me a text to ask what I was doing for the day; I responded with, “I don’t know. I am still deciding, and I may spend all day deciding and just end up doing that.” How nice it is to have the freedom to spend a whole day deciding.

Today I am washing my new white shirt, which like the rest of my white shirts, has been unfortunately stained. This shirt has a nice pattern of honey-mustard stains along the front and freckled across the back. Very unfortunate.

Paloma is sitting on the couch doing homework. It’s nice to have a sister near. She is going to read to me a part of The Yellow Wallpaper. She loves the part about the creeping and the key being hidden under the plantain leaf.

Derek’s Please, Before I Go has been running through my head. I have been mumbling “Kiss me, please before I go…” all through the house as I check on the laundry and hang up clothes.

Now that school is over and I only have work to worry about I am nervous. Relieved to have the burden of schoolwork out of my mind; after all, it was a very strenuous semester. But mixed in with that relief is a bigger weight---one which I disguised and shoved into the back of the closet for these past few months, more concerned with class papers and take-home tests. Now that those are over I have to go clean out the closet.