For the first time in at least a month, Dale and I went over to our house in Collinsville. He was to preach at Holy Cross Good Friday evening and we used the daytime hours to get some much needed yard work and in home work done. It was interesting to watch the new process for getting Friday night fish at the American Legion across the street from our house. With the quarantine going on, people could not go into the building or gather in groups in the park. It was all call in and outside, drive-up-pickup.
The parking lot was filled with orange cones which directed cars to move in a circular fashion beginning on the Legion exit drive and manuvering across the lot to where men pointed the way to the pickup lane. It never became as crowded as the days when you could go inside. People came and went quickly while the Legion people assigned to run out the bags of food did their job efficiently. At least as far as we could tell from our porch.

We did not get fish, but had our traditional Good Friday meal which is a big salad with various lettuces, chopped tomato, chopped hard boiled eggs, radishes, cheese pieces and avocado. I make an olive oil and lemon juice dressing with minced garlic and salt and pepper. Some crunchy bread to go with it. We've done this for years and it's a tradition which I believe began during Dale's days as a parish pastor who would preach that evening. A light meal would mean he'd be able to stay awake and be sharp mentally.
And as it happened, he did preach last night at Holy Cross.

But before that he looked like this:

Looking at this picture, I'm embarrassed by the messy kitchen, but when you show up to this house with all kinds of things you'll need, everything gets plunked on the island or counters. Camping out is what we call our times here.