I am at my parents' house in PA for the Easter weekend. It is a wild time here in Amish country. Really just today there was a bird stuck in a cardboard box in my parents' garage. You should have seen my mom running and screaming. Anyway, as I get older I wonder about my mother's huge desire to celebrate Easter with her family. There are no kids to do an egg hunt, everyone is on a diet, so if I bring chocolate into the house it is a mortal sin, and I sure as hell do not go to church. So, basically my attendance at Easter means that I sit around, eat alot of their food, do free laundry and drink beer with my dad.
Now, keep in mind, I an not complaining about my role in Easter celebration. It just doesn't really feel like Easter. Yes, I suppose that if I went to church with the good people (my mom, sister and sister's fiance) I might get that "praise Jesus for rising!" kinda feeling-maybe that would be more Eastery. But I usually get the "Run the homophobic, racist, intollerant priest over with my car!" kinda feeling, and that doesn't seem Eastery at all.
So, instead I will sit in the house and watch the snow-yes I am dreaming of a white Easter has been sung by yours truly for two days-and covertly eat my chocolate bunny without any of the dieters discovering my secret gluttony and I will tell my father that his Bob Ross painting class in really improving his tree technique and keep a straight face while saying so.
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