Easter III, IV, & V
Sunday, April 24, 2011
In which Easter is celebrated several times over…
Notes from church:
Trumpet, violin, oboe, flute, piano, guitar, drum set, keyboard, and various other rhythmic instruments to properly introduce the opening selection: only Judah would start an Easter service in suburbia with a Tanzanian hymn.
Lazarus.
Beaucoups of visitors, and from an eclectic mix of backgrounds and ethnicities.
Cookie and brownie buffet. Whoever came up with that wonderfully horrible idea…
The grounds were rain-sogged, so the children tore through the back rooms piling Easter eggs into their baskets. Puck escaped from OLeif at some point during this interval and was found shortly later stashed in the middle of fifty other children all involved in the exact same activity of peeling foil, downing stacks of chocolates.
And there was a surprising number of men wearing pink shirts that morning…
Briefly back at the house:
Chocolate bunnies.
Johnny Quest.
Rain.
Joe and Francis had decided to rent the Ruckus from OLeif. Dad, too, had taken it out for a spin. They were comparing their speeds.
Three o’clock saw the whole gang meeting up at Uncle Mo’s and Aunt Petunia’s, where Grandma Combs and Uncle Larry had arrived already, including one of Linus’ good buddies and his dad.
Grandma Combs was recovering from a cold.
Uncle Mo and Francis had a mock punch-out.
There was a cake of warm Brie from the oven, brought by Grandma Combs.
Puck got to work playing with Mila, the eighteen-month-old puppy, out in the back yard in the mud puddles. Joe, Linus, and his buddy stood outside laughing as Puck muddied himself further and further in the holes that Mila had dug, while Mila ran around in rapid circles through the grimy slop and beds of spring violets. Finally, Linus hosed off Puck’s hands so he could at least prepare to return indoors for Easter ham and pulled pork.
Conversation of their F4 tornado. No deaths. No significant injuries. Not even after thirty miles of destruction…
Despicable Me for the kids and not-so-much-kids, in the basement.
Photos from Europe… how the Brits seemed to have not liked Lady Di very much, of the elaborate white and black rock-tile patterns of all the streets of Lisbon, etc.
Genealogical discussions.
Brownies and Cherries Jubilee.
The easiness of family gathering.
Back home in a world of emerald greens, violet-blues, and silver beds of rain.