I was just looking through a magazine I get because I have an annual passport to Disneyland. It’s geared towards parents and the name of it is “Family Fun”. So, I’m flipping through the pages and I see this little project on creating a little chick in a bed of grass. The chick is made of donut holes and the grass is shredded coconut colored with green food coloring.
And as I’m looking at this, from nowhere I hear my father saying “it can’t be from Dianne, there are hard boiled eggs”.
A long time ago, when I was single, I made up this Easter basket for my parents. I bought a little plastic shopping cart (with wheels) and lots of green plastic Easter grass and candy and cans of nuts and treats for the dog, the cat and the birds and little funky presents for my parents. And I hard boiled some eggs and decorated them, using that clear waxy crayon to write stuff on the eggs such as “guess who?” and “from the Easter Bunny”.... I covered the entire thing in colorful cellophane paper. Around four thirty Easter morning, I drove over to their house (I’d smoked a little pot before I left the house…boy, I miss pot, I could have used some pot last night…over twenty years since I’ve had any and boy, howdy, do I miss it at times) and parked across the street from their house. I took the Easter “basket” over to their front door and just left it there. I quietly went back to my truck and drove home.
I didn’t get the call until mid morning. It was my father. “The Easter bunny was here. He left a basket.”
“How do you know the Easter bunny isn’t a she?”
Anyway, they’d finally figured out it was from me. It took them long enough. First off, mom didn’t want dad to take the cellophane paper off because it might have been delivered to their door by mistake. Then, when no one claimed it, dad found a way to get to the stuff inside without ruining the paper. And the more stuff he pulled out, the clearer it became it was meant for them.
One of the reasons he didn’t think it could be from me was because it had hard boiled eggs in it.
I like memories like this one, they always make me smile.
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