I watched my husband coloring a printed easter egg, carefully he chalked the lines of the little flowers in the egg, made sure they all had different colors. Six of our painted eggs hang on our front windows, so the kids could have an easter egg-counting-hunt, by foot, walking with their parents, or riding in the car, because of the moody April weather.
Yesterday in the afternoon the fire department drove through the streets and a life-size Easter bunny was waving at everybody. The same bunny visited the kids per truck today, small bags of candy and filled plastic eggs were thrown in the front yard of houses, where an exited kid was waiting at the front door.
Just like Christmas, when we are able to follow Santa and his sleigh, we could follow the Easter bunny online. I am not sure if it’s tracking or stalking, but I am certain it made the kids happy.
Many of my neighbors pitched in with money or with candy. These days the real character of people comes through and it’s interesting to see. I see kindness, gratitude, empathy, and compassion; I see fear, hate, and bitterness.
People can’t help who they are, or perhaps they don’t want to.
We celebrated the 12th birthday of a neighbor’s girl in a special way. We drove by when we left the house and honked, which according to her Mom made her smile each and every time. Needless to say, one neighbor complained about it, which made me drive by one more time.
I am still sewing masks and have been asked by numerous people if they could have a few. Some offer money, which I only take in form of donations so I can buy more supplies, others make up stories. “I work in the health field, I need six masks for me and my co-workers one lady wrote.” When I asked for the name of the office because I wanted to drive by and deliver a bag of masks, she backpaddled and explained they all had masks at work, the six she needed were for her family.
That’s when I started to sell them for supply donations. I realize we all are scared. I ordered another 200 yards of elastic and a nice amount of interfacing and flannel.
The streets are quiet, the yards get prettier. We all are busy working outside, we talk over the fences. I hear laughter and fighting. Not every couple is meant to be together, and I can’t help but wonder if there will be a spike of divorces and separations after our “Housearrest.”
I suppose I am one of the lucky ones. I married the best of all possible husbands and we get along just fine. We enjoy our time together, we take it one day at a time. After decades together we know how to push each other’s buttons (Don’t we all?) Right now there seems to be a button-pushing-truce. We are having fun and make the best of it.
Happy Easter -Chag Pesach Sameach -Happy Bunny Day to all of you! Quite an Easter to remember -and not all of it is negative!
Be well my friends, wherever you are!