1) Through the murky filters of phlegm and anxiety, I am conscious of gratitude for the many good things in my life, and the many good people who care. I have no idea what's going to happen next, but things could be much worse than they are.
1a) I generally like to get the day started early, but when I got up for the nth time shortly after 6 AM I said, "Dammit, I'm going back to bed." And eventually I got up at 8:30, which is very late for me these days. But it contributes to the aimless feeling of my life being on hold during this influenza.
2) This Easter Sunday I am regretting that I don't have scanned on my computer remembered photos from childhood of Easter finery and festivities. A project for a trip home!
2a) In the early 1970s Mother had a real flowering of craft creativity: burlap flowers, découpage, and especially one year, Easter eggs. She created an Easter tree of thin white-painted branches and hung them with eggs of her own creation, looped with lace or ribbon to hang them, and often decorated with colored fragments of eggshell in contrasting color (see photo above). Exquisite. I know she still has them all packed away somewhere.
2b) There is also, purchased at the church craft fair, a very large orange papier mâché hanging Easter egg with a yellow papier mâché chick inside it. You can tell that a balloon was used as the framework, but no matter.
3) Green so dark it's black, two-tone gray, silver, white, and an unsurprising dash of orange.