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It’s late.

No post.

Dull day.

No ideas.

Ornery cat.

Sleepy eyes.

Cop out.

…and you?

The only acceptable answer to a college student who asks if you might have a tiara they could borrow for a skit?

“Of course I do.”

The disdainful look is optional.

We had some wonderful volunteers come to my school this week to build a structure on our playground. It is an open-ended house/castle/pirate ship hull/treehouse that the children just love.

What I love is that they bought all the materials and got it done!! We just have to pay for materials and love them forever. Done and done.

Comment suggestion: Where was a place you liked to play outside when you were a kid? Me? The tree out back of the church – it had two different good-to-sit-on-limbs to choose from!

The Lord is Risen! He is Risen Indeed! Alleluia!!

I was looking through some old posts and it seems that out Easter habits run along the same lines each year.  Lloyd and I stay home, run some errands, and then one of us gets sick. Today it is me, but I’m pretty sure it’s just allergies. I have been sniffling and sneezing and have gone though a third of a box of tissues in under an hour. I think it’s because I had my first fire in the firepit in over a year and the combination of smoke and pollen sent my nose into overdrive.  No biggie.

So anyway, I hope your Easter is full of joy!

Samith came in to Seward! Steph and the boys are out of town, so we invited him to come to church with us. Afterwards, he came over for frozen pizza while he and Lloyd geeked out.

Yep, that’s Samith’s PC laptop, his Apple laptop, his Windows 8 tablet. Lloyd’s iPad, and my netbook (I wanted to join in the fun.) Never mind that they each have iPhones and our regular computers are also in the room. I think we maxed out the machines-to-humans ratio. (If you are hearing us, Computer Overlords, I am on your side.)

Samith’s tablet was a gift from a conference he attended! Holy cow! I must be going to the wrong kind of conferences. We’re lucky to get a tote bag, and those stingy Lutherans always want the name badges back.

The tablet bag was pretty nifty. It’s made by a company called Bolder Path. They take old vinyl banners from previous conferences and recycle them into laptop/tablet/messenger bags to distribute as gifts at tech conferences. Cool, huh?

He probably had to give his name badge back, too.

Er, ‘faint of heart’. Who wants to hear a funny story about Lloyd passing out?

Now, now, put your hands down. You know I’m going to tell you.

Let me preface this with the fact that Lloyd passing out is not the funny part. I don’t think it’s amusing, it’s what he said later. I’m not totally heartless. (There are tiny bits of heart in me somewhere.)

It’s time for the annual Health Fair here in Seward. You might recall that last year I went alone. It opened at 5:30, so I got there at 5:30, thinking I would be the first one. Ha ha ha!! There are people leaving at 5:30. There are no rules in Seward. It’s mass chaos.

This year I signed Lloyd up for it, too, and drug him along. He questioned getting there so early but understood as soon as he saw the packed parking lot. The lines inside the building went fast, though, and we actually wound up sitting beside each other for our blood draws. I confided in my nurse, “He’s probably going to pass out.” She told me, “That seems to happen more with men than women.” We smiled at our superior ability to remain conscious. (I didn’t tell her about my coma-naps, though, as I treasured our brief sisterhood. Wait, coma-naps is an untold post.)

Lloyd, however, did not tell his nurse that he might pass out. He told me later that since it hasn’t happened in a while, he didn’t think it would happen. I was all done with my blood-letting and was watching him from a chair nearby. It was so quick. She took the blood, loosed the tourniquet, and he kind of nodded off like he was sleeping in church. I walked over and told her, “It’s alright, we knew this might happen.” She called for the wheelchair lady and I told them, “Really, he’s fine. This happens a lot.” By that time Lloyd was conscious and said in the politest voice I’ve ever heard him use, “Oh. How long was I out?” (It was about 20 seconds.) He sat for a little bit and we were on our way.

See? Not funny. Kinda sweet. I drove us home and recounted the play-by-play to him, then asked him how it was from his end.

He said:

“I remember the needle, and thinking that it wasn’t so bad, and then….. I shouldn’t say this, but my next thought was, ‘There could be blood everywhere!’ and then I was out.”

I laughed and laughed and laughed!!!! That Lloyd – making passing out funny since 1998.