Posted tagged ‘April Fool’s Day’

“It is the ability to take a joke, not make one, that proves you have a sense of humor.”

April 1, 2012

When I went to get the papers, I saw the shaded parts of the street still had frost, and the car at the house facing my street had a frosted back window, but I’m guessing the white rime will have a short life and disappear quickly as it is 40° even this early at 8:15. The morning air had that sweet smell cooler spring mornings have and it gave  hint of the warmer day to come.

Consider this a Part II as I went to breakfast in between. The place was as crowded as it gets in summer, and I had to wait in line for a booth. My friend Pat with whom I have breakfast every Sunday always figures they’re people down for the weekend. I think the warmer weather brings out the locals earlier in the day. By the time we’d finished, the crowd had miraculously disappeared and five booths were empty.

Today is Palm Sunday. My mother used to keep her palm fronds behind the crucifix over her bed. I remember them there, the only things on that wall, from when I was a kid. The frond was so long it used to stick out from both sides of the crucifix. After mass on this day each year, she’d take down and toss out the old dry, brittle frond and replace with the new ones given out at the end of mass. I remember seeing all the people walk out of the church down the long steps each carrying a frond. I knew they were called palm fronds, but I thought they were named after the Sunday, and it wasn’t until I was a little older that I connected them to a palm tree, and it took a little bit longer than that to connect them to the liturgy.

Today is also April Fools’ Day. My mother would call and try to catch us, and my sister Moe was her favorite target as Moe was easily caught. The rest of us were a bit more skeptical, but my mother usually concocted a plausible story which we were hesitant to dismiss. She sometimes got us all. I used to try to fool my friends, and I could tell a whopper, as I had learned from the best, my mother, to make my story believable. I loved it when my friends fell for it. I’d yell, “April Fools’ Day,” and laugh and so would they. That was all you could do if caught!

“You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.”

March 31, 2011

The sky is cloudy and hiding the rain which will start sometime tonight and go into tomorrow. We’re getting all rain, but up north, they’ll get snow. It’s a nor’easter according to the weatherman. That is always the worst storm whether snow or rain.

The bird feeders are empty again. I swear there must be a sign which announces the menu and all the birds flock to dine. The goldfinches are getting brighter. I noticed a few the other day with real yellow on their breasts. In the front garden, some of my spring bulbs have flowered. I saw small pink ones when I went to get the paper. Color is so welcome this time of year when most of my world is still gray and brown.

I’m finding the long string of winter days is morphing into boredom no matter what I do. My pile of books is much shorter, but I get tired of sitting and reading and get up and stand at the door like Gracie does. We both hope for a little excitement. The other day I drove to Wellfleet and brought my camera, but nothing perked my interest. The bakery with the best cheese bread around which had my mouth watering at the mere thought of it was closed. I turned around and came home.

Today I’m going to the Audubon Society’s lecture about butterflies. I’ll write down the flowers which attract them to the garden and put a bed out back so I can see the butterflies in all their colors, their splendor and glory. The deck in summer is already filled with birds flying in and out of the feeders. Adding butterflies will make my backyard such a wonderful place to just sit and enjoy the world.

My mother was always the best at April Fool’s Day jokes. She always caught my youngest sister even though she was on alert. Our kid jokes were never very original, but we still laughed uproariously at our victims. One joke had to do with empty buckets seemingly filled with water which we’d throw on our victims. They always yelled anyway and called us names. They hated getting caught in the prank. We pretended to see dog poop on the backs of coats and jackets: poop jokes are most decidedly a kid thing. I don’t remember the last prank I pulled. I think I may have to spend a bit of time planning for tomorrow. The joke has to be subtle and believable. My mother will be my inspiration.