Rebirth

I am very conflicted about the Easter Bunny thing.  If we go the traditional route, I’m imagining some years from now when M gets hip to the reality and we have the conversation about why I’ve lied to her for so long.  Will, “for your own good, dear,” cut it?  Putting that awkward moment aside for the time being, after a ‘conference with EB’, our apartment is abuzz with hardboiled duck and chicken eggs, blown out goose eggs, pots of boiled beets and purple cabbage, a potted Easter Lily, a sufficiently fluffy Easter basket and a mostly eaten package of peeps.  As I was nearly passed out from lightheadedness while blowing out the insides of a goose egg, a wave of contentment came to me.  Even cynical-child-me was delighted by the rituals that our family practiced and it feels incredibly right to be doing some of these same things for M.  My self proclaimed recovering-Catholic mother did right by Easter – to an extent which I now realize was above and beyond the norm.  Starting with homemade (I’m not going to repeat that word over and over – EVERYthing was homemade, got it?) hot cross buns on Good Friday, eggs of assorted variety laid by our pet fowl with the insides painstakingly blown out - to decorate, personalized woven baskets and the most delicious poppy seed paste bread you’ve ever tasted...  We have time to worry about how to spin the Bunny, but this year I’m just enjoying the meaning in taking some traditions forward and adding a few new ones (peeps!).

In other news, my iphone 4 was stolen out from under my nose (while I was not paying attention) and since I can’t stomach the fat price of a new one at this stage in my ‘contract’, I’ve had my old blackberry 8700 unlocked and I’ll be rockin’ it old school for as long as I can deal.  Why do you care?  98% of the photos on this blog have been taken with my iphone.  Amazing, right?  You can expect the quantity of pictures to decline but perhaps the quality will improve.  If lenses and such actually do anything…