Easter

 

April 20, 2025

Easter Sunday. Fine spring day murky with the smoke of forest fires. 

Heater put away upstairs, fan plugged in and turned on.

Downtown last night for the theater, which is ever an excuse to get re-acquainted with my bustling little town. Excellent cocktail at Sovereign Remedies, where former employees bought and run the enterprise. A girl on Pack Square wore a boa constrictor around her neck. Went to SS’s new play at the BeBe. I sat in front, but as much as I could tell without craning around it was a full house. Disturbing to know practically no one, Walking back to the car I had to urinate so urgently I finally chose a space behind a parked car on Market Street, hoping that nobody would see. Sat on the porch afterward, breathing in the musk of peonies mingled, this time, with new mown grass. 

Two Easter services, then brunch with many people at Rye Knot. Then a nap so heavy I’m surprised I didn’t wake up in the cellar. 

I thought I would enter a long discourse about Easter, but I’m groggy and impatient just now. 

Russian sacred music from the computer.