0323 easter sunday

My father dropped me off at SBCC in the morning. Since I already attended the Easter services last night, I spent the time watching the Easter Egg Hunt in-progress in the parking lot and mingled with friends who had attended the 9am service.

I ran into Sheri, who gave me the birthday tiara for Liz (today’s her birthday, but read tomorrow’s blog). She said that she tried to get Liz to wear it earlier but was unsuccessful, but maybe I’d have better luck. So we found Liz greeting arrivals and made her wear it. It says “Birthday Queen” on it.

It was a hot morning, so I wheeled in to the lobby to cool down. Glen told me that the sanctuary was packed, so they were using the overflow room upstairs. I told him that if I went into the service, my snoring would probably annoy the others so it was better for me to stay in the lobby.

The 11am service ended shortly afterwards. I met Sam outside and we headed off to join Koinonia for an Easter lunch at Seafood Town on Hawthorne. He didn’t know the way, so he followed Anjie. Or I thought he was. At one point, he changed lanes and she was on our right. I asked him about it. He told me that he wanted to make it easier for her to merge left, since we would be making a left turn. I responded that we would be turning right. “Aren’t we on Hawthorne?” he asked. “No, we’re on Crenshaw,” I replied.

He corrected the situation by merging right so he was following her again. She led us right into the parking lot and we found a space.

We had reserved for a large group, but the place was crowded and the two tables were not adjacent. But we were seated quickly and ordered from the lunch specials. It was very filling,

Sam was able to get me back to the church to rendezvous with my parents, who were on their way to my sister’s house in Manhattan Beach for a family Easter gathering.

There is an old saying that the trouble with Chinese food is that you’re hungry again an hour later. I found this to be true as I ate a full dinner with my family. It was great!

At one point, my nephew, Daniel, was acting up. My sister gave him a funny look. I asked her what she was doing. She told me that she was practicing her “mean” look. I was reminded of an episode when we were kids.

The three of us were playing in the backyard when my sister made a funny face at my brother and I. John asked what was wrong and she just replied that she was giving us her “mean” face. He looked at me, I looked at him. Then he told her to keep working on it.

I guess that she’s still working on it.