Day in the Life of an Idiot

First, the turkeys: this morning, while driving Mason to school, I had to stop the car to let a wild turkey cross the road at Summit near Victoria. I pointed it out to Mason, who looked up from his Pokemon book and said (without missing a beat): "Huh. The chicken must have had the day off."

My son, the comedian.

Now, Ostara. Saturday was officially the Spring Equinox, or, for some of us, Ostara or Oester. Shawn and I were a bit disorganized this year, so the Ostara Bunny officially made his appearance on Sunday. (The excuse, "Uh, the moon is void of course until after 7 pm, so the bunny doesn't want to risk breaking the eggs." I don't think the kid bought it, though.) Anyway, Mason, Mama and I decorated over a dozen eggs. Then, on Sunday morning, Mason bounded up on Sunday morning ready to hunt eggs. He found almost all of them. To be fair, I miscounted, and thought the Ostara Bunny only hid 12, turns out he hid 14. The bunny also brought a huge basket full of candy, including (for ima) Swedish fish "eggs."

I also baked some awesome hot cross buns and we had quiche for lunch. I also made egg, butterfly, flower, and dragonfly shaped cookies. My kitchen is a mess, but my tummy is still quite happy, since I got to have leftover quiche for breakfast this morning.

Our family did our usual "waking Mother Earth" ritual, in which we take candles out early in the morning and put them in the herb garden to warm the earth. Some years we've had to dig through snow. This year, the ground was a bit frozen due to an overnight frost, but the gardening fork make three perfect holes in the ground. I'd also intended to take Mason to a kids & kin ritual at Sacred Paths, but we got caught up playing "Dire Grove" (a mystery/seek and find) on the computer with mama and so I forgot.

Mason also made friends with the neighbor boys on Sunday. It was a big momment for mama, who has never really witnessed the joy/heartbreak of watching Mason go off on his own with other kids. To sort of keep an eye on him, I ended up doing a lot of yard work. Now our front lawn is one of the few garbage free, raked ones in the entire neighborhood.

All and all it was a pretty perfect weekend, and I didn't even mention the fun Mason and I had at naomikritzer's Saint Patrick's day party on Saturday evening. Her husband made the most delicious corned beef with all the fixings, and I had some great conversations with fellow writers: haddayr and her husband Jan. Mason, in his classic way, was happy playing with the other kids for about an hour, and then he wanted to curl up in my lap and have me read to him from 50 DANGEROUS THINGS YOU SHOULD LET YOUR KIDS DO (or whatever that book is called.) At that point, neither of us was being social any more, and though it was hard for Mason to let the book go, I told him we should go home.

(Note: we'd already ordered the book, so it was slightly easier than normal to seperate him from a beloved book.)