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.
Clothes are drying
I had no intention to do
The towel along the base of the sliding glass doors
Frozen too and I thought
Could this be the reason for the slight uncomfortable breath
That bit of fresh air I didn’t need
On my toes
So I took it up and laid two more down
Tucked them all around and it felt warmer or was it me
It was late enough for reasonable rates
So I began
And it just added to everything else I’d done today
Vacuuming, dusting, maybe now I’ll sneeze less
About time I’d say
Taking down decorations
Except a small bit of the tree
My grandson wanted to help out you see
He’ll be over again
That is my day and my New Year’s Eve
Who says we have to celebrate the same
Between was a 1951 film where men wore suits to mow their lawns while tipping hats when ladies walked by
Later on a Hammer Classic Dracula
Then Boogie and Bacall
Or is it Bogie
Anyone out there at all
A New York Winter’s Tale
Now what I don’t know but I have a few left to choose
A glass of wine
My throat’s feeling a little rough, Wonton Soup’d be soothing. By the same token does 2:34 a.m. qualify day or night dose Sudafed? I did find that cream of veggie soup in the freezer and began defrosting it…
Alone today I am going to walk on the wild side and stop by the Chinese restaurant when it does open and let them cook dinner for me. Should be good.
What does it mean? Nothing according to retail as visions of Christmas crop up alongside Halloween with no mention of Thanksgiving until it’s time to buy a turkey. Still I’m in 1000% long weekend mode believing Monday is Sunday feeling there should be a few more days off, paid days off before back to the grind. Gotta love relax mode but don’t worry, at least I’m not that I’ll face reality tomorrow. I’ll go to work. Promise.
What a weekend though, cooking up a storm, watching movies, shows, brush teeth later than earlier… why is that a luxury… eewww, gross…. but to a child it’s a sign of no school when we wash up later. Let the festivities continue… and sleep late if you can. How nice to rise early to enjoy the peacefulness with no demands of the day, to play games without interruption to catch the school bus.
It’s the little things.
I love September. Can’t wait for cooler weather to win out over 80 degrees. Time for change.