Hamstrung and punch drunk
Easter is early this year because Easter is on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring equinox. Is there a spring equinox? I may be misremembering the story I heard on the radio station, KEOM out of Mesquite. It's all 70's all the time and run by high school students. I like to listen because I like hearing their young, untrained voices reading the news or telling us what song we just heard. "Thankths, Tiffany," I can hear through John's braces. "And now to the traffick report." They enunciate slowly and well, so that their consonants are harder than most on-air voices.
Back to Easter. Of course, like all our Easters, it's overcast, cloudy and threatening rain. That's also a sign that we're headed to a backyard gathering for brunch. I have been assigned to bring the meat, as my hostess is a vegetarian. It did not occur to me until this morning that ham is probably a good choice. So, I'll be doing some last minute shopping.
Plus, even though it's her party, I want to use a punch bowl I bought at a flea market, so she asked me: do you have any punch recipes, and the answer is, of course, no. So, research, shop, produce.
One of my dearest and oldest friends is Jewish and this time of year, she generally wants to know what my family is doing for Easter. She starts hinting around about ham. From her perspective, Christian families have ham for Easter, at least, that's what television Christian families do, she said. I don't remember ham being an Easter tradition in my house growing up, and it's not the first meat I think of when I think of eating meat as a grown up. Luckily, my husband thought of it, so hopefully, the store will have a pre-cooked half-pounder waiting to be sliced.
As I am in touch with my inner senior citizen, I have been awake since 5:30, and am ready for a nap. Unfortunately, the middle-aged don't get to indulge in that part of senior citizenship.
My husband has made good progress on a backyard two-story playhouse this week. Since it was the kids' spring break and he has gobs of vacation time, he took the time off. It rained Monday and Tuesday, but he put in 11 hours straight yesterday and has completed the floors and framing. This morning he's toying with the roof. (Pictures to come.)
I predict in less than a month, our town's ordinance "sheriff" will spot the playhouse, which is higher than the fence and order us to take it down. Just guessing, but that sounds like what a community would do to itself--pass a law making life 70% less fun. If that happens, I'll request a variance. (Mr. Ma-ya, I'm jest uh po' country chick who's found huhself in a twelve piece bucket o' trouble!)
A-ha! you say. She's been following town council meetings. And indeed I have. My newspaper covers five of them and government, at its most basic level, is fascinating to watch from the outside and without a doubt somewhat frustrating from the inside.
But all that's for another day. The eggs have been hunted, the candy devoured, and I'm off to buy a ham and a can of punch. Happy Easter, friends.
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