This morning is a delight. The sun is squint your eyes bright. A deep blue cloudless sky extends across the earth to the horizon. The breeze is ever so slight and only the top branches twist and sway. It is sweatshirt chilly at 40° but will get a little warmer as the day gets older.

This is a sloth day. All my chores are done. Yesterday I was busy. Today I’ll relax, maybe watch a movie or two. I have nothing pressing.

My concession to the new day was to change my cozies for more cozies. I’m in blue today even down to my socks, not a reflection of my mood, just my choice of clothing.

I never counted the days until the Easter Bunny. Counting was reserved for Santa. On this Saturday before Easter I’d take my usual Saturday night bath then I’d ready my new clothes for tomorrow and the unveiling. I knew what to expect from the Easter Bunny. My Easter basket had traditional treats. I knew they’d be a chocolate rabbit, jelly beans, soft Peeps, a coloring book and crayons, a stuffed animal and a few small toys. The coloring book was Easter with rabbits and eggs to color. I used the white crayon on my rabbits, but the white was almost a hidden color so I went artistically crazy on the eggs. They were bright and colorful. I remember on some pages the rabbits pushed wheel barrels filled with eggs. I never questioned that rabbits wore blue weskits and no pants and walked upright on their tiptoes.

I have never been one for fancy, even Easter fancy. I remember one year when I chose a skirt and matching jacket, sort of a suit but not one with strict lines. I chose loafers. My thought was I could wear those shoes after Easter. We went to my grandparents in East Boston. As usual my mother and the aunts were in the kitchen. I was in the next room when I heard my aunt ask my mother why I wasn’t wearing Easter clothes. I figured she meant a fancy dress of some sort, white gloves, white ankle socks with lace and patent leather shoes. It was obvious she didn’t know me well. My mother gave her a great answer and just said that wasn’t what I wanted. The conversation ended.

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