For me, it is just the start of Week 902. To the diminishing few, today is Easter Day. I don’t begrudge them their day although I do find the shut down of the commercial world a bit annoying. My friend, John Ridley, posted this photo of his church in Middleton Tyas, North Yorkshire and I do acknowledge his quiet but confident belief and commitment to the area.
It is not for me. I am confident of very little and I just can’t bring myself to believe in fairies. I am not agnostic though. I am firmly in the atheistic camp so you could say I am confident of that. God is a social construct which I don’t need. I would rather be lonely, lost and aimless than to pretend there was some grand design around my life.
My days start and end with technology not god. This morning, my Echo-Alexa speaker woke me at 5.45 am but she had changed. She started chatting to me about my day ahead including the fact that it was Easter Day. Normally, she would just make a flat announcement on request. I had forgotten that there had been an upgrade to Alexa+. This new version uses generative AI to understand context better and carry on natural conversations, rather than relying on strict, specific voice commands. It’s going to take a bit of getting used to. Alexa+ is God!
One thing Alexa+ reminded me of this morning was connected with the washing machine. You know how family routines develop. Well, in our house, Wednesdays have been bed linen changing days and Thursdays have been towel replacement days. This has developed over years in different homes in UK and abroad. They have integrated into our working weeks. I am responsible for stripping the bed but I don’t get involved in the washing or drying because that is above my pay grade although it is now controlled by apps on our phones so I am responsible for maintaining that.
We buy Dual Fuel through British Gas and they are offering half price electricity on Sundays. I knew Sundays were good for something. Using the Tumble Dryer – and we have a Samsung Digital Heat Pump one – which is virtually the most power hungry machine in the house. Never one to miss a money saving opportunity, I have swept away that long established tradition and both sheets and towels are now being washed and dried on a Sunday. You see. There is a God and I’m here even if I am nearly 75.
Twenty five years ago I celebrated my 5oth birthday in our Greek home on Sifnos. It was Easter holidays and we had flown out to supervise the building of our house. The owners of the Supermarket (aka Tesco) in Kamares, Moscha & Apostelos entertained me at their house.
It was a lovely, homely and kind occasion and one where I was introduced to Halva Cake made with semolina, honey syrup, nuts, and raisins for the first time. They considered it a treat. What gets me is that even now Moscha & Apostelos are only in their late 50s. It really isn’t fair.
Anyway, it is always nice to get a Greek Birthday card from Greek friends. Actually, it’s nice to get a birthday card from anyone on occasions as momentous as this.