I vacuumed the rugs, put ice cubes in my orchids, polished some silver picture frames and shot another video for TikTok. Feel very hip and competent. Tomorrow is another day. I intend to have a Zoom cocktail hour with quarantinis and my Fire Drill Friday team tonight. We did this once before and good ideas came out of it. Tomorrow is another day. Nothing to do early so if I have a hangover it’s ok. Yesterday did facetime with my son and daughter-in-law and my grandson. Brilliant. Strong. Happy. They did good. Tomorrow’s Easter. Easter was always a big deal for my family. I had a full-on bunny suit, would put white makeup on and glue broom straws on for whiskers. We’d have awesome Easter Egg hunts and when I was married to Tom, we’d have an overnight party at our children’s camp north of Los Angeles with 100 or so of our friends who had kids. Hayrides, magic shows, square dancing. I will refuse to feel sorry for myself tomorrow. Though, being alone, no eggs, no kids, no square dancing sucks. I’d do it by myself but I’m too lazy and might have a wee hangover.
I asked my niece, Bridget, if she was going to have an Easter Egg hunt tomorrow and she just sent me a video of her chickens and goats. That’s the extent she says of her egg hunting. Besides, her son is too old for that. Are we supposed to get too old for that? I wish I could send you photos of me as the Easter Mummy but they are in albums in Atlanta and…well, that’s not happening.
I hope you are all staying safe, keeping your distance, sheltering-in-place– in the U.S., at least. I think I’ll take a long walk since it’s a sunny day. Who of you are shelter-in-place? Are you all well? Happy Easter. 😷🐰