Happy Post Easter!

Or, Happy Easter Post.I had such a fantastic day! I found out at the last minute that my 12 year old had to be home and that Easter morning had to be exactly the same as usual.

As a mom, I knew where that desperation was coming from. We've had a traumatizing two years and he wants to reclaim them back somehow. His way was having Easter EXACTLY the same. So I thought, "Sure". I'm up for that.

I drove out of town to pick him up because he was visiting my mother. I also hunted through Superstore to find all the same things as usual. This was tough because my memory is crap right now.

I also bought things for an Easter egg hunt because the one we've always gone to at my grandmothers was canceled. When I went to pay it was $121! I acted all smooth like it was no problem but really, that's the last of our money for the month.

I set my alarm for 5:00am so I could hide his basket and some eggs, like usual. I knew I'd be wrecked from doing it but sometimes thing must be done. He woke up in the morning and didn't wake me up! How fab! So I felt not too bad when I got out of bed.

My oldest son showed up with three friends for the afternoon egg hunt. There's nothing cuter than teenagers who are trying to maintain their "cool" status but are dying to run around the yard for eggs.

I love them. Especially my son who has his boxers sticking out of his pants.

The day was beautiful but completely stormed after the hunt. The wind whipped up in a frenzy and the rain poured and eventually snowed. It was, in conclusion, the perfect day.

And the SuperUltimateUberWickedCool thing that happened was finding this mutant mini egg. I have been eating mini eggs for 20 years and have never found an egg such as this.

I'm pretty sure in some cultures, mutant mini eggs are a sign of good fortune.

BFA Payoff

I remember the big day. I was in hospital for a couple of weeks. I had been yanked out of the final weeks of my honours program in the visual arts to be treated for leukemia. I had been isolated to my room and was frustrated as I had been in the middle of reasearching Miro and painting every day. I wasn't used to being confined to a bed with nothing but a TV.

As luck would have it, the occupational therapist came by with the "Art Cart". So I didn't have to suffer creatively after all! I was confronted with ceramic tiles and glazes in squeeze bottles with names such as "Froggy Green". What luck! And the luck kept coming. It was nearly Easter and I was given a colouring sheet with the Easter bunny in a basket with Easter eggs. I grumbled but as the eternal optomist decided to give it a try.

I used the sterilized hospital pencil crayons and tried to keep within the lines. Apparently many patients and nurses were entering this contest and the competition was fierce. The submissions were being placed on a wall somewhere. I couldn't see them as I wasn't allowed to leave my room so I didn't know what my chances were.

Over the next few days several nurses came in and sighed about how "good" my pictures were. Just after that the OT came in with a giant prize basket! I had won! Apparently I had easily beat all the patients on the 15th floor. My thirty thousand $$ art degree was paying off already! Who says a BFA is a Bachelor of Fuck All.