Easter Week

E is for Easter Week

Last year, I held our family’s Easter gathering at my house in our back yard.  It was a little bit chilly, so everyone sat in their lawn chairs with jackets on.  The picnic tables were spread with tons of food brought by each family.  

After the meal, the family settled in for a rousing game of whiffle ball.  The plastic bat and ball cracked regularly, and players ran around the makeshift bases whooping and hollering and generally having a great time.  It was a fun afternoon.

Afterward I was exhausted.  It was the first time I had been able to play hostess in probably 20 years.  I was so delighted that it all turned out well.

This year, I hope to replay last year’s holiday.  I’ve been busy organizing my house and downsizing from a three bedroom house to a one bedroom house so small it has no room for dressers in the bedrooms. 

Changing seasons has kept me guessing what to leave upstairs, and what to put down in the basement in plastic totes.  Today, for example, the temperature is only 52 degrees.  Quite a change from the 70s and 80s we’ve been enjoying last week. 

I will be baking my ham on Saturday, and also making cakes, coloring Easter eggs and all the fixings of “Easter.”  But first, I have several days of other duties to get through before I can even think about Sunday.

Last night, I had orders to take all food and water away from my dogs, because they are scheduled for neutering surgery this morning.  I must have them in Clay Center by 8 a.m. today.  I’m praying that the bronchitis I’ve been fighting all day will let up enough so I can do the running around I must do.  I feel a little better right now, and have been resting most of the day.  My coughing spells have let up a little bit, but when I start to cough, I feel absolutely miserable.  My head hurts, my joints hurt, and I can hardly stay awake.  Fun, fun.

I won’t postpone this surgery for my dogs though, because I finally  have everything arranged, including the funds to get it done.  I hate it when the dogs come into season and leave bloody messes all over the furniture and my clothing.  I hate having to keep them inside for a whole month because all the male dogs in the neighborhood are running loose.  Not to mention the worries about having a litter of puppies to find homes for.

I am scheduled to work on Friday, then I have a three day weekend off.  I have already been asked to work on Saturday, but I turned that opportunity down.  If I didn’t have company coming Sunday, I might have agreed to work.  But Saturday will be a frenzy of activity around here.

I hope everyone has an absolutely wonderful and happy Easter weekend.  Remember the Reason for the Season and attend the Church of your Choice this weekend. 

Happy Easter.