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It was a good Easter.

That sounds a bit trite I guess, but Easter is good.  It is a celebration and it brings good into the realm of possibility for us.

So today was just good in many little ordinary ways. 

The Sunrise service.  The freezing cold morning – so clear.  Everyone coming in for hot drinks and buns to our home.

The worship service.  It is usually good but having a son there who hasn’t been for a long time drumming with our worship band made it good in more ways than just good music.

And then thirteen or so people for dinner.  Turkey, ham and all the stuff that goes with it.  Good food and good company. 

Celebrations should be like today.

And I know I have used good way too many times.  But today was – good.

Today I was a babysitting Grandmother to two young men.  Very young and very special.

We went for a walk down the path by the river, both of them sporting bright yellow rubber boots.  Kieran is an old hand at snow and puddles.  So he climbed up the piles of snow and slid down again.  He splashed vigourously in each puddle we went by.

Zaka is pretty new at this stuff.  The puddle splashing he got real well but that snow – must have been too cold.  Or too slippery.  He avoided even stepping on it.  Since there is still quite a bit of snow that meant I got to carry him.  He has packed a few pounds on – soon he’ll catch up in weight and size to his older cousin.  

 Those two sure kept me busy. 

This morning we shut down the office for an hour so we could all attend the Cancer Society’s pancake breakfast fundraiser.  We cashed in our bottles and had more than enough for all of us to go.  We are cheap!  

Good pancakes for a good cause.

It was a good, if not tedious, afternoon.  I was sorting receipts for my taxes. 

Can’t say as it was enjoyable but it sure does feel good to have that bit of work done.

– Setting a working daughter straight – I was not going to pay for her hair just because she thinks I should.

– letting her grouch about the above and while she did that keeping my mouth shut.  I think she understood the point even if she did not like it.

– dealing with a patient with a low pain tolerance – for about three appointments in one week and not being able to majically relieve her pain.

– trying to explain to another patient that his tissues were just so fragile that he simply was not healing in the normal time (he has several medical complications) and that I, again, could not make the surgical sites heal faster.

– taking eleven teeth out for a three year old

– scraping thick plaque off a child’s teeth in the operating room so that we could see the surface of the teeth we had to fill, knowing that the fillings don’t stand much of a chance of lasting a year.

– refusing to remove all a patients healthy teeth simply because she wants me to.

Patrick called us last night pretty excited.  Finally he has a date to take the exam for Canadian Citizenship.  A long time waiting.  It will be good.  He will have freedom to travel.  Most of us have never experienced the restrictions to travel like a Congolese does all the time.