Sometimes, I read my horoscope. It’s merely for fun or when things feel futile and I need an excuse as to why. Yesterday morning I awoke in Dallas and the Blood Moon was reported on the news with a hint of magical wonder. Captured by someone who had stayed up late to watch and photograph the phenomena, the photo was beautiful. I remembered with dread that this moon was supposed to wreak havoc in its wake and then proceeded to find facts to substantiate this theory. It wasn’t hard as after a day of meetings, I was headed home by air. In retrospect, I’m surprised I didn’t ponder staying an extra day. My initial flight was delayed 3 hours so I changed my ticket for a flight leaving a bit earlier. My seat was way in the back of the plane and I sighed sadly as the plane pulled back from the gate and then then parked in a side lot waiting for LaGuardia to call us home. Rain, high winds and 90% chance of snow were reported. I’ve been in that side lot before and it hadn’t ended well or in the desired destination. We sat for 20 minutes and then were released from detention to join the line of other planes taking off. It was the descent into New York air space that I thought long and hard about that moon. Gripping my seat for dear life, we were tossed about in jerky motions that caused me nausea and others to vocalize prayers.
Easter is on Sunday and I am ill prepared for the day. It’s my 20th anniversary holding this holiday and I’ve really fallen short of my earlier celebrations. In those early years, there were tiny pots of green grass on the table, cookies shaped like butterflies in midflight, an Easter swamp in the bathtub, a chocolate rabbit the size of my arm standing in a basket even larger on a tablecloth woven with bright ribbons. Pots of flowers in full bloom covered every horizontal surface possible causing a few allergic reactions to unwitting guests and even the host once or twice. It was a tad over the top in that Alice in Wonderland kind of way. My nieces were the perfect age to witness my bursting creativity and were delighted with every madcap addition I made. They will now have to live off those memories as I don’t think I will ever have the energy to do anything like that again. OK, I might do it one more time but the word “retired” will have to be part of my personal definition. That is many Blood and common moons from now and even then, I don’t think I’ll ever recreate the Easter Swamp as you have to be 10 to truly appreciate peeing next to such a sight.
I woke this morning in New York and will begin preparations tonight. It is in the meal that my energies are poured this year. Most of my guests have been around that table for years and remember the days of wild exuberance. We’ve weathered many personal storms and tragedies since that time. Now it is the joy of just being together that is celebrated. At least, that’s what I hope. As of this writing, there really won’t be much more than that!