Corona Contemplations
When a noggin becomes isolated on Easter
It is Easter Sunday and it is snowing. Not being a Christian, I don’t celebrate Easter and haven’t celebrated it since I was a small child who was forced to be a Christian.
Okay, that’s not entirely true. Back when my daughter was a wee little girl I put her through the joys of an Easter egg hunt. I love hiding things. I would hide about a hundred little chocolate eggs and sit back and watch her look for them. That’s not cruel, right?
I only hid chocolate eggs. Despite what the Easter Industry claims bunny rabbits do not lay eggs! My daughter learned this first-hand when a neighbor gave her a white bunny rabbit for Easter one year. She learned that those little black balls that rabbits lay are not eggs.
My girl would get tired of looking for eggs after finding a few dozen but the whole family would keep finding chocolate eggs for months. I had hidden so many that I forgot where I hid them. What a delightful surprise to find a chocolate Easter egg in September!
Good times.
Did I mention that it is snowing? It is Easter Sunday and it is snowing! I bet there are a lot of pissed off Christians in my town today — especially since they are not allowed to go to church. I am sure there will be no outdoor Easter egg hunts.
