Little stuff

There's no doubt satan is doing his best to stop the spread of the gospel: In the last day of the pledge drive for Klove, the nationally syndicated, listener-supported Christian radio station, the pledge phone lines have gone down. You can still contribute via the website. This is just an opportunity for God to show what He can do.

Strawberries the size of small apples - on sale at the local grocery, two pounds for $4. And they are good. In spite of the almost freezing temperature this morning, it looks like spring may be here.

A co-worker took me to lunch yesterday; I honestly don't think I've gone out to lunch in over a year. Shoestring eggplant strips for an appetizer. They weren't breaded and deep fried, but pan fried then topped with a bit of Parmesan. Yum. The presentation of Michelle's caprese salad wowed us both. The salad is traditionally tomatos, fresh mozzarella cheese and basil in an oil/vinegar dressing. A zig-zag drizzle of a balsamic vinegar reduction covered the plate, while the salad ingredients themselves were stacked into a tower: tomato, slice of cheese, basil, repeat twice. A little bit of the dressing over the top. It just looked...cute.

We received word a couple of days ago that a much-liked coworker died. She had been out since last fall, her sunny disposition and infectious laugh missed. The service is Friday afternoon; the family only scheduled an hour for visitation, and I think they are going to be surprised with how many people will show up.

After three years of maybe-yes, maybe-no, the answer on whether or not my best friend's son's family is moving to Missouri so he can attend seminary has been definitively answered yes. Which means Pam will be moving as well. Since I'm on vacation for quite a while over/after Memorial Day, I've offered to go on a road trip with Pam if she wants to go scout out housing. Her move is only temporary - three years, to help out with child care (they have four kids five and under) while her son studies and her daughter-in-law works - but she will be sorely missed.

Is it Friday yet? It seems as if it should be.