Twitter is killing my blog

I keep posting 140 character snippets and then I have nothing left to say here. I suppose one could make the argument that I have plenty to say here, it's just that I have lost the attention span to write anything longer than 140 characters, but to that I say... wait, what was I talking about?

At any rate, I thought I'd take a moment to share a few things here that I may or may not have already tweeted about. (Tweeted? Should that be capitalized? What is the protocol?) First of all, today is Good Friday, which means Lent is finally almost over. I am not good at Lent. Every year I try to get something out of it, and every year I end up just fighting the urge to whine about how I want to have some of whatever I gave up. A few years ago I gave up fiction with the intention of replacing it with spiritual reading, but instead I replaced it with television and the internet. That is not better.

I tried again this year and gave up fiction, and I actually did read something good for me instead: A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanauken. I quite enjoyed it, and it made me think about God. So just by that alone, I think this is probably my most successful Lent ever. I try to spend Lent getting closer to God, I usually just succeed in falling asleep during my prayers.

Maggie wrote about Lent not long ago, and I think she pretty much nailed how I feel, so rather than rehash what she said, I'll just send you there and talk about Jack. Because today, as noted, is Good Friday, and it was also the day of the Easter party at Jack's preschool. I was not thrilled with the idea of an Easter party on Good Friday, because... c'mon. GOOD FRIDAY. But it's not a religious school, and since Jack's only four I didn't make him skip it or anything.

But here's the thing: Jack gave up cookies for Lent. He's been SO GOOD about it. He usually remembers all on his own. And I've made an effort to provide alternative treats, but when there have only been cookies, I can just say, "You gave up cookies for Lent, remember?" and he just says, "Oh yeah!" and moves on. But I was proudest of all today when I went to pick him up from school and discovered that he turned down the cookies at the party. I did not mention anything to him about having given up cookies for Lent; he remembered all on his own. His teachers raved about it to me, so impressed were they. As am I, because he's FOUR. So. Sniff.

I'm not even going to reread this post. I have a feeling it's terrible, but I wrote a lot about it being Good Friday today, so I think it's important that I post it before midnight.

I hope you all have a happy Easter.