real day ingredients

The recipe for a real day puzzles me. The recipe is decidedly backward.

On April the 1st Ralph and I went to my first Husker Baseball game. For some reason I kept waiting and waiting to go to the bathroom. I've come to love baseball so much--I didn't want to miss anything. After a quick trip up the stairs, I came back to a grinning husband who had just caught a foul ball. One of the most exciting moments of a baseball fan's life, and I was in the loo. I missed it.

Lovely.

Now that we've told the story a couple of times, I've come to see what fun it is to share how things didn't go right. I've come to love the fun of the conversation that flips everyone's expectations.

This fun works the other way as well.

This weekend we celebrated Easter, and I was bummed that we had nothing fun planned for Saturday afternoon. Ralph and I loaded up and drove all over creation on Saturday getting the new truck nice and messy. This was one of my favorite days. We didn't plan it, but the time together driving around God's country was just so us.

The one thing I did plan out for the weekend was my food contribution - this was going to be fun. This was going to bring happiness. One of my "big plans" to celebrate easter was to make a lemon meringue pie from scratch to share with my parents. We ended up dumping it out on Rohrs Corner after realizing that I had left it sitting in the back of the truck speckling the meringue with dirt and rocks. Somehow telling the story of this mishap was even more fun than enjoying the dessert. After all there was Cherry Delight, and the story was somehow just as tasty.