It’s a beautiful morning,
around here,
most people are off,
Good Friday.
I have to work,
but,
mom opens up,
it’s Friday,
one of my late days.
I would appreciate,
some,
positive energy,
sales wise,
it’s been a rough week.
The Habs lost,
last night,
a real heart breaker,
in overtime.
So, now,
the series is tied,
and as my old,
gym teacher,
used to say,
“here’s where we separate, the men from the boys”
he used to say this to an all girl gym class! sounds hopelessly, macho and clueless but, he was actually, a very sweet American expat, with a mustache, Mr Wallach, fond memories:-)
Easter weekend,
is kind of,
an ordinary weekend,
for me,
because I work,
on Saturday,
but,
Sunday,
mom and I will,
visit family,
should be nice,
the kids hyped up,
on chocolate,
telling me their,
school stories,
at a hundred miles,
an hour,
the two little ones,
speaking some language,
that only,
moms and grandmas,
understand,
but,
if you nod,
smile,
kiss,
and,
hug them,
eventually,
you get,
trickle down,
understanding:-)
Easter when I was,
a kid,
was cool,
Laura Secord eggs,
the big one,
delicious,
milk chocolate,
with white and yellow,
cream filing.
I still get those,
for the kids.
My dad would slice it,
with a chef’s knife,
on the wooden bread board,
and we would share,
family time,
for the three of us.
Dinner at Grandmaman’s,
ham and mashed potatos,
a weird salad which,
she made with,
iceberg lettuce,
and peas,
and mayonaise,
well,
in those days,
I think it was,
Miracle Whip:-)
mom,
still makes it,
the comfort of home,
of years,
and,
family,
gone.
The older you get,
OK?
the older I get,
the more I miss,
all the simple pleasures,
of childhood,
Laura Secord eggs,
and Miracle Whip.
I don’t eat Miracle Whip,
now,
my palette,
is too,
sophisticated,
mostly,
mayonaise,
but,
in my heart,
in my memory,
it’s delicious,
and grandmaman and grandpapa,
are smilling to see,
all of us,
gathered around,
the table,
eating,
laughing,
arguing,
a family.
We still have that,
only different.
Have a wonderful,
Easter weekend girls.
Later girls,
BB
