Today was about as cozy as a well-worn pair of jeans. In a lot of ways, it makes me so sad to think that this period of life will soon be changing. There are many things that are great about it, especially around the holidays.
We went to Josie's parents for supper around twelve thirty. It was probably the best meal that I've ever had there. Every dish was perfect. I could have loaded up on the appetizers. (Oh, wait. I did.) We started with stuffed mushrooms and a antipasto consisting of mortadella, salami, sharp cheddar cheese, and Sicilian olives. And the best bread, warm, soft, fresh from the oven. Then we moved on to the main course: ham and a huge abundance of vegetables...potatoes, squash, green beans, carrots, and spinach. Then dessert--a chocolate cake in the shape of an Easter bunny that Ashley helped to bake.
Next up, an Easter Egg hunt for the kids in the backyard. Josie's brother Paul, a somewhat cynical actor from New York, had been visiting yesterday and thought it funny to leave a couple of the eggs empty of prizes. And I suppose it does make some dark poetic sense: a colorful shell that you think will contain something really special, but when you open it up, only thin air. Personally, however, I think that it's more amusing to put something the egg that you'd never expect: dentures, a pair of pantyhose, a scrap of paper with the word, "breathe"...
After that, home again. My parents were supposed to stop by with Nana. But they showed up early, and we showed up five minutes late. So we missed each other. Personally, I think that it was a relief on their part not to see us. They know that something's up, and I don't think they can handle it.
Now it's game and movie time. This is always my favorite part of the day. I've always loved playing games. My parents were always big game players, and it's something that all of their children (and mine) have taken to heart. Monopoly, Trivial Pursuit, Scattergories...you name it, we've spent hours playing them. Right now I'm crazy for Rummy Cube. I've been begging Annie for three nights in a row to play it with me. She's beat me three days in a row, but--ta-da! Today I was victorious (of course, it wasn't against her.)
Now everyone's watching "Ghost," Buns included. This has been such a creature comfort for so many years. "Buns" has been the "Ann B. Davis" of our household for ages. We dated back in high school, in my junior year, but she dumped me right before the prom to go out with my best friend Kevin, even though she knew he was gay. But we stayed friends, through college, after college. When I met Josie, nothing changed. In fact, Buns and Josie are better friends now than the two of us are. About two years ago, Buns finally met a guy and fell in love. We don't her as much, but frequently enough so that it doesn't hurt that much.
Every Thursday night we had a tradition--she would stop by, we'd pig out and watch Seinfeld, she'd sleep over. I swear that things started to go wrong after that last Seinfeld episode.
And now I'm sitting by the computer, shoes off, sitting Indian style, watching them watching the tube. And smiling inside. Smiling because I'm surrounded by love. (Oh, except that Tiger keeps smacking Josie in the face. Bratty little boy.) This is good. This is true.
Yes, I know, middle class creature comfort at its most mundane. But you know what? It's a suit that fits me just fine today.
Happy Easter, everyone.