Today I wore a very silly, but totally radical, 80s prom dress to our Easter lunch. Not one kid mentioned it. Hmm.
Normally, we celebrate Easter by brunching and egg hunting with friends. And never at our house. This year, the crew planned a brilliant quarantine potluck by way of porch delivery. So, I delivered my potatoes to each of their homes and they all made something delicious and delivered it to our home – all without touching! It does feel a bit dangerous or illicit to enjoy items from other households, but I know we are all diligent with the hand washing. And it can’t be any worse than bringing something from Costco into our space. Right? It was a really nice way to simulate community.
Surprisingly, our tiny yard was pretty well-suited for egg hunting! Giles won with 81 eggs (I was never good at the ‘guess how may M&Ms are in the jar’ game. Same with plastic eggs in a bin, I guess). The tell-tale sign of good egg hunt yards is when the dog finds leftovers the next day. Check.
Giles bid goodnight by saying, “Thanks for the homemade Easter.” If I read into this, I think he means I did a pretty OK job of recreating some traditions and happy memories that we have always enjoyed elsewhere. Between this and the green pancakes I made onetime for St. Patrick’s Day, I’m feeling good about my motherhood legacy.
Feels like I’m getting so used to no obligations each day that when there is an actual appointment, be it a zoom meeting with friends or a virtual tutoring session for one of the kids, it’s an imposition to my schedule of nothing. A day in the life of April 13, 2019 would make my head spin right now.
After our first porch pickup potluck success, my friends and I decided to do it weekly. Up next: Mexican. Homemade tortillas are on the menu!!!
With all these homemade signs papering local businesses, you can really tell who had a designer on staff – or even someone savvy with a home office printer. Leny’s, the dive bar in my neighborhood, was not so lucky with either.
Defunding the World Health Organization. Wow, that sounds like a brilliant way to coordinate global efforts and streamline relief during future pandemics. Not.
Just for a taste of the old days, I filed my taxes today.
Remember how March felt like ten years? April is not behaving the same way. The days are flying by! I wonder why that is. I hate that this new existence is starting to feel normal. It feels like accepting “the new normal” is acknowledging that we won’t be returning to our old lives. So then I start reflecting on olden times, like back in February, and it turns out I really loved our lives. I’m mourning that loss, I suppose. Which is a real treat compared to what many others are mourning right now.