We had a long, fun, Easter around here, which is what we earned, seeing that Josie and I gave up chocolate and all cookies for the duration of lent.

It's hard enough to give up cocoa for the last six weeks of winter, but at least I used to be able to console myself with gingersnaps and fig newtons.  Not this year.  This year it was powdered sugar donuts and I don't care who you are, no one wants to eat those every day.

The up side is that I feel spiritually cleansed and my undies, which had been feeling a bit tight after the wing ding know around here as Christmas cookie season, are now comfortably loose again.

Good Friday evening, Josie and I ran out to Pam and Steve's where we joined several cousins in dyeing eggs and playing games.  It was a blast.  I have always enjoyed the Pivec nieces and nephews but as they become adults they are all that much more interesting and fun to hang around.  The truth is teenagers are only interesting to other teens for the most part, but although two of the girls we were with on Friday night are still technically teens they are very mature and funny and capable of carrying on conversations.  Better than a lot of the adults I've known, in fact.

Anyway, we dyed four dozen eggs and laughed non stop til eleven o'clock.

Saturday night I watched The Passion of the Christ with my sister who had never seen it.  I warned her that it was graphic and grizzly and I know she doesn't go for that kind of thing, but she insisted she was ready for it.  I lent her my copy and later decided to go watch it with her.  I didn't think she should watch it alone.  She didn't make a peep through the movie and when it was done, she hit me with a sofa cushion and said "That's for making me watch that!"

It was good for her.

Sunday was fun from the moment I rousted the kids out of bed at eight, yelling "Get up, we got stuff to do!"

I had hidden the twelve eggs we'd dyed at Pam's around the house and Josie was the only one interested in finding them but it was fun anyway. Except for the part where I kept yelling "Come on!  Hurry up !  If we're gonna get seats in church, we gotta go!"  That part was just annoying. 

We didn't get to church on time to get seats but we all looked so good it hardly mattered.  Anyway, the undercroft (Mother Theresa Hall) at Basilica is twice as pretty as half the churches in town so it's not like we suffered.  So we watched the service on the jumbo-tron; we had better seats than most of the folks who were present at the miracle of the loaves and fishes. 

From church, we went to my folks where several dozen Hubbell's were gathered for brunch.  As always the food was great and the company was fun.  After we ate way too much, Mom, Katie, Kathy and I went for a walk.  We invited ViAnne to come but at eight months pregnant, she was working hard enough just sitting.  Later there was champange to celebrate Kent and Mary Jeanne's engagement.

From there, we rolled down the street (about a mile) to Pam and Steve's again, where hundreds if not thousands of Pivecs were getting ready to eat more ham than you see on Oscar night.  Again, the food was great and the company hilarious.  After stuffing ourselves once again, Kelly, Mary Lou, Cheryl and I went for a brisk walk.

All that walking, eating, talking and eating had everyone so beat that it was all we could do to drag ourselves home by six and think slurry "halleluia!" as we fell into bed.

And that, Charlie Brown, is what Easter is all about.

 

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