If the Tree is Saved
Apr. 16th, 2017 11:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyHappy Easter, f-list, if Easter is your bag. At the risk of sounding like a mad old woman, are Easter egg wrappers less decorative than they used to be? I remember getting chocolate eggs wrapped in multicoloured, patterned foil as a child. They seem to be less busy now. More gold. More rabbits, too. But I miss pretty eggs.
One year when I was very little I received a cardboard train with five eggs as the passengers. We had to go and pick up someone at the City by the Sea's tiny airport, and while we waited I played with my little cardboard train. Then the visitors arrived — probably my grandmother's sister from Tasmania — and it wasn't until we were well on the way home that I realised the cardboard train was still at the terminal. I still remember where I left it, under a bench near the car park. Whenever I go to the airport I always have a quick look, just in case it's there. It never is.
On Friday, I went for a walk down the beach path. I went early so I didn't get in the way of the multi-faith Way of the Cross procession. But there was a rival Way of the Cross with about ten people happening about two hours before the official one. I like the idea of them meeting up and having a battle with their crosses. Or this:
(And that's why you always use nails when you crucify someone.)
On Saturday, I went to a charity shop's annual second-hand book sale. And a good time was had by all. A few years ago I bought two of LM Montgomery's Emily books at a similar event, and yesterday I saw the third, in the same edition. Or was it one of the ones I already had? No, it wasn't, it was the one I'm missing. Or was it? Perhaps it was. Or was it? I dithered about it for several minutes. Then I realised it was only two dollars — one shiny gold coin — so it would be no great loss if I found I already had it. So I bought it and took it home and it was the one I was missing. That made my day. I am so easily pleased.
Tomorrow is my mother's birthday so I will be making her a cake. I'm just boiling the potatoes for it now so I can mash them cold tomorrow. I was going to make a red velvet beetroot cake but she said chocolate potato cake was as experimental as she was prepared to get. (Also, I don't like beetroot all that much.)
Weekly knitting update: None. But I moved the knitting bag from the corner to next to where I sit on the sofa, so I'm easing my way back into it.
One year when I was very little I received a cardboard train with five eggs as the passengers. We had to go and pick up someone at the City by the Sea's tiny airport, and while we waited I played with my little cardboard train. Then the visitors arrived — probably my grandmother's sister from Tasmania — and it wasn't until we were well on the way home that I realised the cardboard train was still at the terminal. I still remember where I left it, under a bench near the car park. Whenever I go to the airport I always have a quick look, just in case it's there. It never is.
On Friday, I went for a walk down the beach path. I went early so I didn't get in the way of the multi-faith Way of the Cross procession. But there was a rival Way of the Cross with about ten people happening about two hours before the official one. I like the idea of them meeting up and having a battle with their crosses. Or this:
(And that's why you always use nails when you crucify someone.)
On Saturday, I went to a charity shop's annual second-hand book sale. And a good time was had by all. A few years ago I bought two of LM Montgomery's Emily books at a similar event, and yesterday I saw the third, in the same edition. Or was it one of the ones I already had? No, it wasn't, it was the one I'm missing. Or was it? Perhaps it was. Or was it? I dithered about it for several minutes. Then I realised it was only two dollars — one shiny gold coin — so it would be no great loss if I found I already had it. So I bought it and took it home and it was the one I was missing. That made my day. I am so easily pleased.
Tomorrow is my mother's birthday so I will be making her a cake. I'm just boiling the potatoes for it now so I can mash them cold tomorrow. I was going to make a red velvet beetroot cake but she said chocolate potato cake was as experimental as she was prepared to get. (Also, I don't like beetroot all that much.)
Weekly knitting update: None. But I moved the knitting bag from the corner to next to where I sit on the sofa, so I'm easing my way back into it.