Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more...
April has arrived. Shakespeare month is here. We will make the best of it, having already warned our school’s other teacher that sedition is not the way to my heart.
We will study Shakespeare.
We will make this a fruitful experience.
If we don’t enjoy it, well, we’ll just have to be a model of gracious faking-it.

Things are hopping around here. Though I do know that the best Easter basket goodies are not found by running to an 24-hour Jewel on the way home from the Easter vigil Mass, I have not lived up to my resolution to have all the peripheral preparations done early so that I could have a more meditative Holy Week. I fear work, too, will be filled with last minute details to address, so that I’ll be even less inclined to run to Target to shop afterwards.

Taking things a step at a time...we made it through Palm Sunday. We made it to church on time, though had to leave Eddie behind because he was having a bit of a panic attack. TImeliness was essential because I was one of the lectors. Having done this before, I assumed everything would be smooth. Then I get to the sacristy and find out I am lector #2 - and that lector #2 is expected to wear a lavalier mic. No problem. Except that there was no place on my person to put the transmitter box. No place accesible. (What can I say? The lectors are coordinated and scheduled by volunteers. Male volunteers who always have pockets, belts etc and most likely everybody else has them, too. Oh, well. Fool me once... Or it might be nice if we didn’t have to do this as sort of a “choral” reading/radio play minus sound effects.