Easter Breakfast

Hi I'm back. Despite my promises to write consistently, I've been absent - I apologize. It's not that I've forgotten nor lost interest. On the contrary, writing to you, sharing, is continually on my mind. It's just that we have been quite busy this year and me, running on these old nicads, I have to pick and choose what I do. Since the first of the year, Kathy and I keep trying to do what we can. We started the year organizing a mochitsuki for our church. Then off to visit a few churches to share about this journey and Baja. We reacquainted with old childhood friends and visited with current ones. We visited with a friend, who also has ALS and hope to visit with another fellow traveler soon. I discovered I have sleep apnea. We traveled to Baja to visit our last home build family and begin the planning for our next LAH Baja mission. An excursion to Mammoth for a brief family retreat. And just recently hernia surgery and Easter breakfast. It's been fun... rewarding, but I'm getting pooped. I have to pace. With only so much energy, many of these activities along with working full time leave me tired, too tired to write. Last week, I may have pushed too far. I had hernia (not hemorrhoid) surgery Thursday, the day before good Friday. Then off in the AM to Costco, Staters, Von's and Smart and Final to buy 25 dz eggs, 30lbs of potatoes, 50lbs of bacon, sausage and ham, 16lbs strawberries, 10lbs of onions... you get the picture. Enough good eats to fill the Sienna for the annual LAH Easter Breakfast Buffet. Saturday was prep all morning. And, Sunday the big cook. It was fun, so many helped. They did all the work; I did what I could and ran around and supervised. But, by the end, Sunday afternoon, all that walking and standing, I was sore and swollen. I know, I know... why on earth would I do all this with a fresh 6 inch incision inches from my crotch? Stupidity? Could be, that's not foreign to me. In defense though, I didn't plan get cut and then do breakfast... no, really, I'm not THAT stupid. When surgery was scheduled, the annual Easter Breakfast was off for the year, planned construction had our kitchen out of commission. Well, construction was postponed, the kitchen is open, hey it's time to plan breakfast for Easter. I did wait - a little - for someone else to volunteer. And, when I did volunteer, Pastor Seigo did try - a little more - to talk me out of it. But, I lied - enough - to reassure him that I'd be fine and wouldn't overdo it. It was important to me. I knew I would be sore but, I wanted to do it. Why? It's the last lap. Although there's always a chance, odds are this is my last shot. And, like the last go around I wanted to savor it one more time. To watch the faces, the smile on each person, sitting comfortably, relaxed, conversing, smiling, laughing; enjoying the food, the moment... the fellowship. To be a part of the giving, the rich Spirit that courses through our church, is something I relish. I'm going to miss it... I already do. Thank you Lord, for the opportunity.