easter in covid 19 – The Great Adjustment

The Godamn Rabbit

Easter day – I’m on the phone with my mother and she hears firetrucks came into her housing development – she is alarmed.

“There’s fire trucks. They sound like they are right here!” She’s breathless. “I have to go see what it is. It’s coming into our apartments.”

This is the most stressed she has sounded since the Covid life began. She returns to the phone.

“It’s the godamn rabbit.” (The Easter bunny had come to wave from a firetruck.)

“We don’t even have children here!” Mom was incredulous. “Why would he come here and scare a bunch of old people?”

Later she tells me. “I was planning to donate my body to Penn Med. They will have too many bodies now. I guess I’ll have to get cremated.”

We are in Jesus’ timezone this Easter

Another year without a Sader. Another year without an Easter gathering. At least we are in Jesus’ time zone.

My dad, committed to creating some of the traditional family Easter fare, called me early his time, dropped a ricotta pie on the kitchen floor. Two pounds of ricotta and a dozen eggs worth.

“You must have been cursing,” my Aunt S. said.

“I didn’t even get upset,” he laughed. “I just found the biggest spatula I had. I told her – if you get me some ricotta and a dozen eggs, I’ll make you another one. It will be Easter all week!”

Darn, i have so many eggs here in Doha – they are delivered to our door!

Doha is a good backdrop for a virtual meeting, which is all one can hope for this week. We can’t go outside anyway. R. messaged me “It looks like you guys live in a virtual reality.” Exactly

Today, i have a meditation for you. I have pens and a few eggs. So here we go.

I feel badly when i kill an ant. It’s really just that they are a nuisance, not them or me. Maybe that’s how the planet is feeling right now. We have been quite a nuisance.