This year I lost faith in faith, when I saw the number of retail shops open on Good Friday in one local strip. Ditto on Easter Sunday. These weren’t limited to convenience stories, but included the likes of green grocers, florist, clothing shop even an optometrist. Consumerism and greed have gone too far. I missed serenity and the quietude which the holy holidays afford.
~ ~ ~“I’ll meet you at 6 on the computer,” said one eight year old boy to another as they walked past me on their way to the park. MSN, MyWasteOfSpace, Sh!tFaced(Book), blog… I wanted to know details.
~ ~ ~ This Easter, I noticed an inordinate number of buns in ovens, and I’m not talking about the hot and crossed ones. Whoever said that birth rates are falling does not live in my neighbourhood and its surrounds.
~ ~ ~As much as I enjoy chance meeting with friends I haven’t seen in a while, the last one had me asking how I could have had a crush on someone who ended up wearing Birkenstocks and Crocs. Next time I feel the twinge of a new crush, I’m checking their choice of footwear. Never mind the high intellect that drew me in like a magnet.
~ ~ ~Sunburnt on Easter Sunday? That’s a fact. A few good lazy hours were spent on the beach swimming in the most refreshing crystal clear waters. After midday, throngs of families who decided to do the same started to lay their towels on the warm sand in geometric patterns. The beach was close to its usual weekend capacity. And not one pair of bunny ears was worn.
~ ~ ~Kudos to the group of guys who must have turned up to work on Easter Sunday, wondered why their premises were closed and headed straight to the beach, in their uniforms. Stripping down to underwear then frolicking in the water and posing for photographs provided a solid dose of entertainment.
~ ~ ~For me, the major holidays are about family and special moments.
I made Cléa very happy today was the most beautiful thing I was told. If only adults were as open in expressing their thoughts and feelings as an innocent 2 year old.
~ ~ ~Surprisingly, no chocolates or Martinis were consumed during the making of this post. In fact, all Easter weekend. Maybe I’d rather prefer to contemplate the glass once in a while, and see it full.
