Yeaah… my toes are cold BUT my feet aren’t wet.
Yeaah… my toes are cold BUT my feet aren’t wet.
And I did
So far the snow hasn’t come though it’s cold enough. Day before yesterday I wore sandals and carried my jacket and boots that I needed in the morning in a tote on the way home. Midwest is as Midwest does. When we first moved here and being used to real winters on those rare occasions there was a considerable amount of snow the kids and the dog would go out and play in it until it all had melted away which could be in eight hours’ time, the most amazing phenomenon as far as we were concerned, Used to November actually being a cold early winter month I’d step out in my best sweater and insulated vest to find myself overdressed as noon approached. What on earth? Where are we? Thirty years later I can say yup that’s the way it is but I don’t have to like it.
Not light yet but the laundry is done. Last bit tumbling dry and I’m thinking what’s next.
Coffee and sunrise when it gets here…
Tired but sleep won’t come. I’ll get up and do something then – take that! Trash put together, the sheet on the bed, and the laundry completely done cappuccino at my side here I sit.
Perhaps I’ll write a bit.
Persephone rejoices, I sure would, to get out of that place. Like an ocean baby surrounded by land, set me free. Peace out! Cappuccino soon and gazing at the sun though some clouds want to get in its way but none of this is planned.
How many ways can I write about falling back or springing forward? That man-made construct time will tell. Will it? Does time talk, it ticks or whatever sounds clocks make depending on manufacturers. I’m thinking Clox, the next best thing, all because of a typo.
Time for cappuccino and watching the light. This is the way it should be.
And so this is Easter and what’s going on
Another season has passed us
A new one’s begun
And here we are Easter
EB’s made his full run
The baskets flow over
Through a day filled with fun
A very Happy Easter
Part of a brand new year
Celebration and feasting
No turning back from good cheer
And so this is Easter
Lemme see what you got
Children chatter excited
The best breakfast food it’s not
Although it’s unhealthy
Your folks don’t mind at all
Once a year it won’t kill you
Good breakfast served there’s the call
We gather round the table baskets tight in each fist
Take a break from the chocolate
Nothing’s better than this
Bowls of Easter eggs
Braided breads it’s all homemade
Espresso served too
With a shot of anisette
I will and how about you
She was on the phone. “I’ll ask him if it’s necessary, he doesn’t eat hard-boiled eggs anyway. We may not be doing that this year. As long as the easter bunny stops by…” Sometime later that morning she posed the question not too worried about the answer. “We don’t have to color Easter Eggs, right. You don’t eat them anyway, then I’ll have all these hard-boiled eggs…” He looked surprised, “yes I want to color eggs.” “You do!” She had to concede. “OK.” The movie wasn’t over yet when he got an idea. “Let’s walk to the store and get eggs, we did that last time. They have to be the white ones.” As surprised as she was he’d even suggested they walk to the store there was something more important to be addressed first. “Yes” she said ” brown ones don’t color well at all, white ones are the best.” He agreed it was like they didn’t let the color stick to them. “But now, you’re going to interrupt the movie to go get eggs and color, this is the best part!” “We can watch it when we get back.” He got up and shut off the player and TV. “You never want to walk to the store! All the times I’ve asked you to come to the store…” “We can watch the best part, push buttons on the TV…” He had wanted to say it would keep until they got back but it didn’t come out right. He was only 7… Well, he’d be 8 in another month. “You must be serious about Easter Eggs.” “Yes.”
When they got back he wanted to play games on his iPad. “Oh no you don’t! After the movie finishes, it’s at the best part…” “It’s almost over…” “Yes, that’s the best part when they beat Donkey Kong. You can play after that!” He put the movie back on and she put the eggs in a pot to boil.
He was more than willing to stop playing the iPad to color eggs. It was as if he were on a mission. He had a plan. She had chosen six mugs, he put the color tabs in, she the tablespoon of white vinegar and then the 1/2 cup of water. All the accessories were assembled. “I’m going to give eggs to my friends.” ” That way I won’t have too many left here, I can keep a few to put in my salad, you can have some for you and mommy and give some away. Good idea.” He didn’t want to color one of them that’d been severely cracked during boiling. “OK, we’ll take this one out. Hey, Wait a minute!” She went to the fridge. “I have these left for my salads. You can color them too.” “They’re cold!” “Of course they are, they were in the refrigerator!” 13 eggs was the grand total. He mixed the colors together to make black before pouring them out to wash the cups. “You know your uncles, aunt and I used to pour a little bit of each color into one cup when there was only one egg left to make one black egg.” What she didn’t tell him was no matter how hard they’d tried all they ever got was a murky gray egg, good enough for them, which was called the goose egg for the easter egg hunts holding zero dollar value. Still, it was always fun to find the goose egg. In later years for their own children the goose egg became the 5-dollar prize. When they dried he chose the decorations he wanted giving one back to her. “This one’s for you.” “Thank-you! I’ll give you one then so you bring 8 home and I’ll keep 5. That will be plenty for salads.” Then there was that cracked one in the fridge… He decided to try one of the eggs that had a smaller crack but he noticed the egg had turned green. “How would you get green eggs and ham?” “With food coloring. Don’t worry you can eat that the color won’t hurt you.” He peeled the egg and took a bite. “Not much flavor.” “The flavor’s in the yolk.” He took another bite then removed the yolk. “What are you doing?” “I don’t like the yolk.” “The yolk has all the vitamins.” He was full from eating tuna and crackers so it didn’t distress him too much when she got a snack-sized baggie and told him to put everything in the bag. She’d turn it into egg salad, deviled egg, something.
Wait a minute.
That means seven. She should probably give him one more.
Always darkest before the dawn but dawn is so far away
Hours from now
It’ll be dark for a while
Sirens blare but I’m not worried
What I’d worry about is right here next to me
My heart goes out to what I don’t know so easily light emotional relief
Will I sleep can’t say
Not right now
Another mouthful another shot kills the infection
I can feel it right away
Thank-you all I can say and sleep will come sooner or later
I know it
Sleep will come
I stick my hands in them while walking from time to time. You know, it’s those little things…
Limbo, everybody limbo, limbo all the day slipping under the highway cables then standing straightening up feeling a little woozy, actually more than that and onward. Gray days while March lets the seasons argue with each other as it does taking no sides though many prisoners. Hot, cold, warmer, cool, turbulent winds and rain and then sun, don’t get used to 70 for tomorrow it may snow sounds like normal midwestern weather on any given day but now it’s everyday. Listen to that wind whistling, yes whistling, foreboding, thunderstorms coming again. Maybe March rains will bring April flowers and bump up the first day of summer to May. Sounds reasonable. Not a new theme, it’s all been said before but there’s more than one way to put things like more than one way to skin a cat, an interesting idiom. Need to remember that one for an English lesson. Surprise and controversy instigating conversation like the many ways to say hello?
One can only hope.
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