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“There is not so variable a thing in nature as a lady’s head-dress.”

April 20, 2019

I woke up at an ungodly hour, 4:30. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t so here I am downstairs drinking my morning coffee and watching 2 Lava 2 Lantula, a sequel to Lavalantula. The fire-breathing arachnids are back.

The Easter Bunny comes no matter what. Santa only comes if you’re good, but the Easter Bunny doesn’t care. Parental threats about losing a chocolate rabbit if you’re bad don’t amount to much. Whoever dreamed up the Easter Bunny lost a great opportunity for keeping kids in line.

When I was a kid, pouffy dresses, hats, white gloves and shiny patent leather shoes with a single strap were our Easter outfits. I still remember my mother taking us all to the shoe store. I’d walk around checking out the shoes on display until it was my turn with the salesman. When it was, he’d first check my feet in the x-ray machine and then I’d stand on the silver slide so he could check my shoe size. My mother always bought my sisters’ dresses at the Children’s Corner, a shop up town. My dress usually came from Jordan Marsh. My sisters were always far more excited than I was about new Easter clothes.

We always hoped for a warm Easter Sunday so we could show off our new clothes. Wearing a jacket spoiled the look.

I like Peeps but only if they’re hard, almost rock hard. When I was in the Peace Corps, my mother sent me an Easter package. By the time I got it, the Peeps were so stale you could bang them on the table. I loved those Peeps, and from then on my Peeps were always unwrapped for a while so they could get stale. I have no favorite color, but pink and yellow Peeps seem more like Easter.

I have no errands to do today. It is a good thing as rain is coming. The clouds have already taken over the sky and the breeze has become a wind.

The forsythias have bloomed all over the neighborhood. Everywhere I look has a bright yellow bush. That shouts spring.