today, mr. roger, our snowplow driver
came back to our room
and brought some of his favorite birds to meet us
these two are chickens named marco polo and maranella
and they are married.
his granddaughter has a chicken for a pet and reads with it
and he really loves birds
even more than snowplowing.
mr. roger even showed us some of maranella’s treasures – her eggs
and we had the chance to gently touch everything and ask all kinds of questions.
it was amazing because he knew all of the answers.
he sure knows a lot about a lot.
“if I hadn’t started painting, i would have raised chickens.”
it was the worst easter ever, that somehow turned into one of my best and most memorable. back in my cocktail waitress/student days, the owner of our bar decided we should be open and all work on easter. well all, except for him. he was not known for his people skills and did not care that we each had people who we’d rather be spending the holidays with waiting at home, or that no one was going to set foot in our bar on easter.
after a couple of hours went by, with absolutely no customers of course, and hanging out and talking about how much we despised the owner for forcing us to do this, we decided to take matters into our own hands. the cook made up a mini buffet for us, we whipped up a batch of mimosas, and headed to our upstairs balcony room, where we’d have a view of the door if anyone happened to actually wander in.
our d.j. put on music,
(you never know who will stop in on easter morning for a dance, so of course it was mandatory that he worked too),
turned on the tv, took off our shoes, sat around a big table, played poker,
and watched the ten commandments together.
we ate, and drank, and talked, and laughed, and figured the movie was our spiritual experience for the day.
and moses looked down at us from the mountain as we upped the ante and raised a glass to him.
and i think we broke a lot of his commandments.
now that, is an easter.
Time for work – yet take much holiday for art’s and friendship’s sake
George De Wilde