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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Easter Thursday

Ah, Spring. It is nothing if not unpredictable.

Yesterday, the morning was cold but by 3 PM it was 71 degrees and I was driving around with the top down on my VW Bug singing from the top of my lungs to Aretha " . . .put your top down in your car and take a ride, and rock . . .steady. Let's call this song exactly what it is (What it is. What it is. What it is.)"

At 10 PM I was sitting out on the deck, sipping wine and text messaging on my iPhone. It was perfectly lovely.

This morning was cold again and it has stayed that way. It has never quite gotten above 55 degrees today, being overcast with occasional rain.

The ocean was gray and raw, but that didn't stop the kids from playing in the sand. People were still taking off their shoes and walking along the water's edge, while the sea gulls laughed at them overhead.

I did run into a couple who wanted Thrasher's Fries for breakfast. "Sorry," said a delivery man who was walking by. "They don't open until 11:30." The couple looked at each other, smiled and, undaunted, said together, "Lunch!"

Tomorrow, I will raise the house for the Purple Martins to begin to nest. It's a bit early, but I've seen other houses up, so I'm following their lead.


It may be hard to explain, but its promise will not be denied.

You know.

Just like the resurrection.


Rev Dr Mom said...

Omg...I don't think I've had Thrasher's fries in 30 years! Boy do they bring back memories.

Elizabeth Kaeton said...

Aren't they yummy? Even 30 years later? It will be my lunch tomorrow, I think, followed by the Friday night dinner of Fish 'n Chips 1/2 price special at Stoney Lonen. Preceded, of course, by a Bombay Sapphire Martini with my dear friend Wayne.

It's our ritual. We do this whenever I'm here. The ritual can not be broken. Dire consequences have been posted and duly noted.

Call the ICU. Tell them to be on stand-by alert. There may be a heart attack waiting to happen.

I don't care. I am throwing all caution to the wind and indulging in this once every 5-6 weeks treat. It's high-cholesterol, IV push!


PseudoPiskie said...

Chilly grey days are good for working on dissertations. 8>)