“If you don’t like Easter candy, I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.”
Today is another miserable day, cold and drizzly. To add to the misery, my computer will not charge so I am on my iPad. My front fence won’t stay up, and an animal broke into the trash. When I woke up, Nala was so asleep she didn’t move. I had to disturb her to make sure she was just sleeping. My coffee maker is being testy and stopping before being finished. I am holding my breath hoping the rest of the day gets better, but that is, I expect, a bad idea. I’ll probably gag.
One bright spot is uke. It starts again tonight with practice. Our music book is the 70’s. Some of the songs are difficult. Carole King is best for listening, not playing.
When I was a kid, I would plan my future, not what I’d be but where I would go. Using pamphlets from the airport and post cards, I’d cut out pictures and make scrapbooks of my travels. I even wrote the narratives as if I had been there. They were my dream books.
I remember one Easter Sunday when I was in Ghana. I was staying at the Peace Corps hostel in Accra, about fifty cents a night with breakfast. It was in a section of the city called Adabraka. I always stayed there, and it was a reunion of sorts with other volunteers I seldom saw who were posted all over, none near me. We made plans on Saturday to spend Easter at the beach. After breakfast, we jumped into taxis and went to a beach club. It was sort of ritzy. The beach was lovely. Tables with umbrellas were by the club. We swam and played in the water. We had lunch. We decided after lunch to take a walk down the beach. I remember all the palm trees. Husks of coconuts were under the trees. We found a piece of palm tree and half a coconut and played baseball along the sand. I remember laughing and getting only one hit. I remember the sunburn. It was fierce.
Other than uke, my dance card is empty. I ordered Easter dinner, a traditional dinner with ham. I still need to buy my Peeps so they have time to harden. I like them rock hard. I have no favorite color. Each one tastes the same.
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March 26, 2024 at 12:23 pm
Hi Kat,
This morning was also chilly with a low of 38°. The sky is sunny with a chilly high of only 61°.
Yesterday morning was similar to your morning today. I received a pair of emails informing me that at 3 AM my internet and cable were down followed by one that said everything was repaired at 5 AM. However, the internet was running as slow as molasses. I had them on the phone and my spouse fixed it by about 2 PM. You don’t realize how dependent we are without internet connectivity.
When we were kids, my mother would hard boil eggs for us to color and buy Easter candy to eat. Even though we didn’t celebrate Easter, she didn’t think painting eggs and eating chocolate rabbits was against our religious beliefs. Reform Judaism doesn’t discriminate against eating chocolate rabbits. 🙂
Carol King songs are fantastic. We went to see the Musical, “Beautiful”, which is about her career and life.
I don’t understand how you can eat those horrible peeps. But, to each his or her own taste. 😦
March 27, 2024 at 12:10 am
Hi Bob,
The Cape Cod Playhouse will have “Beautiful” this summer. I am looking forward to seeing it. Carole King songs are quite difficult on the uke.
Right now it is warmish at 40. We had an ugly day today all day. More rain is predicted for the next three days. We will begin to float soon.
We always colored eggs every Easter. When I was young, we had an Easter egg hunt with prizes. It was always fun. We had hollow rabbits when I was really young, but when I was older, we had solid rabbits my mother bought in a chocolate shop. They were delicious.
I can only eat really hard Peeps. The soft ones are disgusting.