That’s my dad behind, pointing to an egg hidden in the pine. So why a photo from last year? I don’t know. There just isn’t a lot of Easter decor around here. (Except for these really lame arm-length twigs they sell in stores. Each has a fake, colored feather attached to the end. No one can tell me what they mean. They bother me.)
I just heard this from a rabbi on a radio show. I didn’t know the quote before today, but I’ve been thinking that very thing, of late, as I somehow grow happier, even though I am as poor as I have ever been and haven’t acquired any new money or goods.
There is a fruit fly that has followed me since day one in this country, hiding somewhere, perhaps under my lapel, and revealing himself only when I am holding some food, at which time he materializes, hovers about, directly in front of my face, and deftly avoids any attempt to catch or destroy him. I hope winter does the job.