Easter?

I don't think it's been much above 35 degrees all day. The tomato plants are covered with plastic bags, and I wrapped the Meyer lemon tree in a sheet. The rest of the plants will have to fend for themselves. If this were say November in New York, I'd think "what a nice rainy cold day to stay inside, eat soup, and read a book." But it's April, and it's Texas. Jesus Christ.

Speaking of which, J., G., and I tried out our gospel trio act in church today. I'm a little unclear on what kind of church it was. It had a name with "Methodist" in it, but their web site says they're adherents of something called "creation theology." They have a big banner on the wall about 12 principles of something, and there seem to be a lot of queer families among their members. Queer in the modern political sense, not in the sense of odd. Nobody there seemed any odder than us.

They were having some sort of children's Easter thing with eggs, and we sang our songs. It was more like a rehearsal for us, one, because nobody was listening, and two, because we weren't very good. (Yes, I'm exaggerating. Two or three people were listening and during "When the Roll is Called Up Yonder" a bunch of little kids danced. And we weren't really that bad, we just need more practice.)

On the way home, it started sleeting. J. said, "If Jesus woke up on a day like today, I think he'd go back to bed for a couple months."