An Easter Weekend to Remember

 First thing first: When ordering staples on Amazon, it is important to pay attention to QUANTITY. I was so excited to see white flour, which has been impossible to find anywhere near here for weeks, that I just put it in my cart. Anyone need flour? 55 pounds ought to last us a bit.

I finally broke down and joined the mask brigade for yesterday's trip to the market. Thanks for sending these, Grandma Lynne! I think it works for me.

Melissa ordered these chairs from LL Bean. Our fire pit set up is complete.

Which is good, because the O'Learys seem to have settled in to a weekly cadence of distanced backyard beverages on Saturday afternoon.

This time, we added Easter s'mores to the mix.

What makes a s'more an Easter s'more? Why, a Peep, of course.

"The sugar caramelizes! Just like créme brulé! Eat your heart out, French.

Syl appreciated waking up to our traditional basket and egg hunt. There are some things even a pandemic shouldn't get in the way of.

We even got gussied up (a little), even though we--like EVERYONE ELSE--had no place to go.

Easter triple braid, courtesy: Dad.

Family Easter portrait.

And a version to make sure we don't forget the peculiarities of this year.

Melissa and Syl colored some eggs.

Easter also happens this year to be Syl's best bud, Megumi's, birthday. She was supposed to have a Les Miserables themed party, but that obviously wasn't happening. So her folks did what is apparently becoming a trend, nationwide: they arranged for her friends to drive by and wish her a happy birthday from a distance. Syl wanted to do something special, so she drew a portrait of her pal. I think she nailed it!

Syl also wanted to do something on theme. Les Mis...French Revolution... beheadings... "Dad! Can I throw a severed head at her!?" Hey, these are strange times (and this kid is DEFINITELY my daughter). We just happened to have an extra severed head in the basement. Imagine the luck!

The head was a BIG hit, obviously.

Back at home, our new friends and most faithful Corona visitors, the Holsts, came by for the fourth Sunday in a row. Again, there were s'mores.

Little Josie is about as comfortable with dogs as any tyke her age could possibly be. Our dogs LOVE her (and they don't have to stay six feet away).

Nice family. We're glad of their weekly company. If we get a rainy weekend before this is over, it is going to be a bummer!

Happy Easter to all! Here's to a light at the end of this peculiar tunnel.