Part of Easter by myself . . . with Shane

Yesterday was warm and sunny and Easter; I didn’t see any Easter bonnets because I went up to the LaGrange House. I was wearing a SD ball cap, which I think I forgot up there and I saw people of the sidewalks with them also – one was a Cubs hat – there may be something symbolic about a Cubs hat on Easter, but I’m not sure.

Anyway, Shane took his lunch and a Wubba and I took a couple of foldovers and had some Diet Sam’s in my car already. I also had my Kindle and an extra set of clothes . . . because you never know, dontcha know.

I sat on the south facing porch where Grandma and I had played Old Maid and she had taught me to embroider and where Robert William had played when he was little and where Mother and Sydney would compete to get one of the wicker chairs. I am becoming more comfortable with being there with the past.

And then we came back – Shane and I – and I colored eggs with Summer and Shane found a spot on the sofa two rooms away from where the two egg-coloring decorators were discussing methods and what messages to write on eggs. Der Bingle called and we put him on speaker and set the phone in a glass so it would resonate and he got to hear us discussing and then, for some reason, he hung up.

 

One thought on “Part of Easter by myself . . . with Shane”

  1. Just seeing a Cubs Hat on Easter is a good sign, definitely a good thing. Anything Cubs related is good. Except their win/loss record much of the time.

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