Monday, April 09, 2012

Easter smells like vinegar


Easter happened in a hurry this year.

Typically we spread out the Easter cheer over a few days, but this year we didn't have the luxury of such scheduling since we'd been out of town.  We dragged our Vegas-weary feet through Safeway's aisles the night before to buy three eighteen-packs of eggs for dyeing.  In between boiling the eggs and coloring them, I snuck back to the bedroom to upload a packet of fiction for my new class.  We stayed up late into the evening turning our fingers green for Sunday.  I love how Easter smells like vinegar.

Sunday was low-key and beautiful, though the early morning sunshine got pushed out by some hazy late afternoon clouds.  We had our traditional hunt in Grandma and Grandpa's yard, the same place where I searched for eggs in trees and flowers when I was a kid.  Half of the fun is the hiding--this year the grown-ups hid 166 eggs in total.  When the five kids found most of them, it was time to go out and hunt for the eggs we'd lost, ourselves.  We always hide 'em too good.  There are no eggs in grass for this family.

By 4:00 PM my entire body went on strike.  The late nights and early mornings of vacation left me a little weary.  I was still fighting it today when I was back at work.  Good thing we have five billion pastel candies at our house to help me get through the rest of the week.

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