Easter

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It is almost Easter.

Nothing for me to worry about, as there is no junk in our house to blow calories on. I have to admit that I would have paid a million dollars for a piece of my Mother’s babka and a cup of coffee this morning.No worries, though, just happy memories wistfully thinking about it.

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I am traveling for Easter dinner.If you are making the holiday dinner, here’s hoping it comes out delicious. If you are traveling, stay safe.

Me? I’m just hoping to stay clear of the Easter basket.

Happy Easter!

As I would have said back in the city, “Wesolego Alleluja”. This is roughly, in Polish, wishing you a Happy Easter!

I finally got some new hyacinths yesterday, but it took some stepping. I assume that because the weather in this area has been cool, the plants are hesitant at opening up. Fortunately I found some white ones so I can get my Easter smell. Being married to Jim is kind of rough, though, in this regard. He is sensitive to smell, so my flowers stay on my back deck.

If you are traveling tomorrow, I wish you safe travels and good weather. Stay safe.

Spring is Here…

Based on my Xyzal prescription, which usually announces my itchy nose of spring.


I am hoping to go out this weekend and get myself some Easter flowers, so I can add them to my bulbs in my pots outside. I came up with this idea after watching Kasia kick up the bulbs I planted two years ago. Above is a picture of my tulips. I bought them because next to Easter lilies, it was my Dad’d favorite Easter flower. I usually get white or pink hyacinth, in remembrance of my Mom.


It’ll be a quiet Easter for me, for I’ll be here with Zush and Kasia, and we’ll all be together . That is all that matters!

Quiet Easter

The girls and I are home taking it easy,

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We had a quiet walk this morning and it is really funny: we seem to be so in tune with each other and we know when we each don’t feel well.I guess I handle the leashes different, they hear me doing my prayers as we walk and it’s like we know it’s our quiet time together, Before we go out, I have to give everyone their medicine, including myself, and off we go. I am waiting not for the top of the hour, so I can give the next medicine.

Caregiver for the family: yup, that’s me!

I really don’t care because in my heart I know I am doing the absolute best I can for them, and I know they feel that.

When we were walking the beach today at lunchtime, someone took this picture of us.I love my gals!

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Wesolego Alleluja!

That’s Happy Easter to my friends not of my Polish background.

I miss my heritage and if I was more inspired, I would probably try to do some sort of Easter but down here.It is too sad, and what I manage to do is buy some kielbasa, rye bread, horseradish, eggs, ham and some peeps.

Pretty sad the 56-year-old me has settled for that for an Easter.I haven’t been feeling good, and think I will just cherish my time with my girls tomorrow and eat as ethnically as I can,and pray to my family in heaven.

The times, they are a-changing….

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And yeah, Mom, the white hyacinth is for you, as usual.

Spring this….

So the first day of spring was the other day, right?

Can’t prove it by me.

We went for shopping this afternoon and as I was trying to pick out Easter flowers, there were snow flurries in the air.

SNOW FLURRIES.

It brought back memories of my Mom, who would tell me how, at my oldest brother’s First Holy Communion, in May, back in the early fifties, it snowed.They couldn’t take pictures of the kids at grotto areas for keepsakes due to snow.The thought brought a smile to my face, and drew me to a pot of three white hyacinths.Tradionally, my brother in the city with me would pick up a purple hyacinth for her, I would get her a white one, and my Dad would buy Mom a lily.The memory brought a smile to my face. Once the flowers fade away, I’ll have the bulbs to come up each spring to renew the memory.

Thank God for small favors.

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Holiday away

It’s hard this year.

I pulled out my Mom’s ceramic Easter egg and a small crocheted easter egg she had. I couldn’t handle too much more out, because it’s the first Easter at the new home.We won’t be here for dinner, per se, because we’ll be with Jim’s Mom and family.

When Mom was around,we had Easter, Christmas and Thanksgiving every year at our home, and did what a lot of couples do: go to the other spouse’s family so everyone gets even time and you try not to slight anyone.

Mom is gone three years.

I haven’t had a Polish Easter in 3 years and for some reason, I am a little sad about it. I miss the traditions, although having the Polish parish in Manayunk get shut down by the Archdiocese doesn’t help either.I miss my brother and his family, I miss my Aunt and cousin: I am missing a lot.

My memory is still ok though, so I will have to share Easter with them in my prayers and in my mind and heart.

I am thankful that God still will let me do that.

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