He Is Risen
Tonight as I sat at the table at my parent's house with two of my sisters, one of them, the school teacher, extracts a crumpled post-it note from her pocket. "Kick me" is roughly scrawled across the aqua blue sheet. My sister goes on to explain that one of her students managed to stick it on her back, another student removed it in short order, and solemnly presented it to her. A gaggle of students soon approached her, conspiratorially suggesting culprits, and wondering if she was going to do anything about it.
My sister sits across from me, and in her dry, inimitable manner says, "It's like the Easter story. I mean, seriously - What the fuck is wrong with people? That's the Easter story."
It's her delivery. And she did basically say that to the kids, minus the expletives. My other sister and I were dying. My sister, the school teacher, deals with some kids who are frankly kind of evil. Not that you can blame them. Their parents either don't give a whit about them or believe their child can do no wrong. Weirdly sometimes both.
I love my sister's sense of humor. She can be so totally inappropriate, and of course that's when she's the funniest. Also this strange combination of being super judgmental/narrow-minded and utterly insightful/incisive. I can imitate it only occasionally.
Speaking of Easter - well, Easter was Easter. There was food and there was wine and there was candy and kids and dogs and bickering and at the end of the day, exhaustion, that's my family and holidays - fucking exhausting. I escaped briefly with my dog, walked off some of the wine, and gathered up some of the late afternoon sun. I have a pure image of my dog, standing alert and at attention on the crest of a long sloping hill of yellowed grass, the orange sunlight illuminating her rusty fur.
Easter means summer is coming, only a few more weeks of this weather that sometimes makes me feel like my last post. Tonight after work I went to the hardware store and picked out paint chips for my kitchen in every imaginable shade of... red. Yeah, red. You'll see. I'll post the pics when I'm done. K' bye.
My sister sits across from me, and in her dry, inimitable manner says, "It's like the Easter story. I mean, seriously - What the fuck is wrong with people? That's the Easter story."
It's her delivery. And she did basically say that to the kids, minus the expletives. My other sister and I were dying. My sister, the school teacher, deals with some kids who are frankly kind of evil. Not that you can blame them. Their parents either don't give a whit about them or believe their child can do no wrong. Weirdly sometimes both.
I love my sister's sense of humor. She can be so totally inappropriate, and of course that's when she's the funniest. Also this strange combination of being super judgmental/narrow-minded and utterly insightful/incisive. I can imitate it only occasionally.
Speaking of Easter - well, Easter was Easter. There was food and there was wine and there was candy and kids and dogs and bickering and at the end of the day, exhaustion, that's my family and holidays - fucking exhausting. I escaped briefly with my dog, walked off some of the wine, and gathered up some of the late afternoon sun. I have a pure image of my dog, standing alert and at attention on the crest of a long sloping hill of yellowed grass, the orange sunlight illuminating her rusty fur.
Easter means summer is coming, only a few more weeks of this weather that sometimes makes me feel like my last post. Tonight after work I went to the hardware store and picked out paint chips for my kitchen in every imaginable shade of... red. Yeah, red. You'll see. I'll post the pics when I'm done. K' bye.
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