Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Our + Easter = Ourster

It's weird when you become older and are confronted with a holiday like Easter. I remember the excitement of the hunt, little specks of candy color all over our yard, of yellow & pink & all the other horrible pastels mixed in with the landscape. Each one of us kids would get our favorite cookies, gingerbread men for me. And the toys that seemed to only be allowed one day a year, that day, like frisbee, jumprope, blowing bubbles, and other weird combinations of throwing things at one another & running that may or may not have involved velcro and/or oddly shaped plastic "equipment".

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Anyhow, I'm 30 now and that stuff don't do it for me. Sorry. So what to do on this Easter? This holiday, where apparently, for hundreds of years people have made up their own little ways to celebrate the events that make us circle this day on our calendars. How about nothing? Or as close to it as we can get while still breathing.

Took the kittens out but it was chilly and Obladi kept getting lost in the swamp islands. Worry.

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We made eggs goldenrod, an Estler legacy. Sorry we don't have any photos of the final product. We were hungry and it went fast. Delicious.

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For some reason I affiliate Easter with donuts, and they have that new berries 'n' kreme treasure at the Dunkin Donuts so, who was I to fight what shall become a new Easter tradition.

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And we watched the Office. BBC version tho. On Easter it would only be proper.

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