Easter Sunday. What a BLAST!

After waking up and having our quiet morning coffee, we made the bed, took out the garbage, and started to make a telephone call.

Then the doorbell rang.  And rang. And rang.  Then, the pounding on the door started.

I walked carefully, kind of nervously down the hall and tried to see who might be paying us such an enthusiastic visit.  Perhaps some friend had brought a ham.

Alas, it was a man now walking to the front windows and peering in, turning around and going to the driveway to inspect the car and open the recycling.

No ham in sight.

After a rather shaky discussion, we get Vinnie the cat into the house, lock up, and leave to pick up some milk.

On the way back, an idea!

The fellow was trespassing, and maybe a few signs should go up informing the (yes, he was a process server) that it would be a bad idea to come back.

Did this idea come to fruition?

Please, drive by and tell us.  Leave a note in the mailbox, as we could possibly be curled up in the cold room watching “Scrubs.”

One last Easter rest before the 178 lb t.v. is thrown at anyone who knocks on this door again.

Peter and Jordan are Dead

My long ago blog, The Health Report-The Insider, has come to an end.

It seems gruesome, yet timely, to kill off the two main characters on the day after the first day of Spring, on Good Friday, on the Full Moon.

Thank you Allen Voivod, Tara Zucker, Lani Voivod, and so many others who kept me writing, and who kept reading.

Most of all, thanks and love to William Allen Mahan, aka “Wild Bill”

Palm Sunday

Yesterday, after all of the weather predictions of thunder and lightning, big storm coming, we shut down windows, got extra blankets for us, and had the two space heaters positioned at head and feet.

Today, the sun is shining, and the wind is cold. Schizophrenic, as always.

We had morning coffee, and went about the business of folding up all of the blankets, feeding the crew, the usual.

Hauled the metal table and chairs out to the front, for anyone to take.  We were offered money for them, but it is Palm Sunday.  Pass it forward.

Then the wide-eyed frozen ‘what to do next’ moment.

Tomas decides to clear off the unwatched TiVo, and, in the spirit of Palm Sunday, we think it might be relaxing to lie on the floor in the cold bedroom  and watch a show. We get as comfortable as possible, then decide on a new experience.  Let’s watch “Dexter!”

It may seem sick and twisted, but think about it - a show about a former serial killer now stalking and killing active serial killers.

Isn’t this break appropriate on Palm Sunday?  Meticulous righting of wrongs, careful planning, for justice?

I am not sure, but it feels okay.

At least for now.