Yesterday was Easter. It was grey Easter. It felt like red and green and purple egg dyes had gotten poured into each other. We all had colds. The colds weren’t bad enough for spectacular coughing death scenes from an opera. Just bad enough to feel heavy and slow.
After the eggs were gathered and the photos taken, I parked myself in the right corner of the sofa with my textbooks. Ian flipped on the DVD player and watched Open Season three times. We waved as Steve and Jonah went off to church in seersucker blazers and bright ties. Later they went to my mom’s for dinner and we waved again. We had some Cambell’s soup, quesadillas, and salad for dinner.
Steve was the holiday maestro this year. He had a vacation week, and I was teaching, so he gathered the goodies. He did a good job. To do Easter properly, there has to be just the right combination of gifts to candy. The gifts must be small. Easter isn’t Christmas. But the presents must be activities aimed at amusing the kids for the morning. Jonah’s Electronic Snap Kit was a big hit. Ian ran up the stairs with his new train to introduce it to a bucket of friends. And the chocolate must be dark and bunny shaped.
With Steve taking on the holiday responsibilities and the sickness which begged me out of church and the family dinner, I sat glued to the corner of the sofa with my books for the entire day. There is something very nice about a grey Easter.
(photos will come when I find my camera. Did Ian abscond with it?)
Apt. 11d 
Just a note to tell you that The Times newspaper has recently asked to host my blog and so my new web address is http://timesonline.typepad.com/baby_barista. My links list will hopefully be put up in the next few days.
Very best wishes,
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A cold, grey, crummy Easter here. Church was not nearly as seasonal as I’d wanted it to be, the ham took longer to cook than we’d anticipated, Melissa was feeling ill, and the kids fought all afternoon. Bleah.
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