I don't know why, since this has always been a favorite holiday to celebrate American traditions on, that I can't seem to get motivated about it this year. I did managed to snag a bunch of birch branches with bright yellow feathers on them while Karin and I were at the grocery store last week and she planted them very nicely in the flowerpots full of dead fall flowers in the front garden. But I haven't gotten out any other chicky/eggy decorations and don't feel the urge to do so, at all.
Maybe it's because the holiday falls so EARLY this year. It doesn't feel like it ought to be Easter quite yet. Also, wasn't Jesus just BORN a couple of months ago? It's kind of strange, when you think about it, that his birthday is celebrated and then a scant 3 months later we get off work because he died. Or maybe it's because he rose again that we get the time off.
Man, I bet I'm gonna OFFEND someone with this post. Hrm.
This morning I got a wild hare up my ass (if you can't offend them with flippancy about major religious events, do it with vulgar language!) and cleaned out every cabinet in the bathroom. This may not sound like a momentous undertaking to you, but if you knew how long it's been since it was done (*coughsincewemovedincough*) you'd be appalled. Part of my motivation was presumably the desire to go through the toiletries and cosmetics and medicines that I still routinely import from the States and see what was in need of re-stocking due to my impending trip to the east coast.
I checked expiration dates on things and slowly filled a large plastic bag with past-date medicines and other pharmaceuticals to take for proper disposal. A WHOLE BAG FULL. Geez louise. This included stuff that was bought when the children where INFANTS: rubbing alcohol, calamine lotion, etc. I pulled apart packaging and piled cartons and plastic for the bins in the laundry room. I windexed and wiped and organized. I even de-haired brushes. There are 4 medicine cabinets over the sink, and 3 big cabinets under the sink, in addition to 4 large cabinets which hold linens and various and sundry. I even wiped off the TOP of the cabinets, close to the ceiling: that was scary, I can tell you. I was tempted to write my name and the date in the dust and leave it to posterity, but better sense prevailed.
And yesterday I actually MOPPED. I hate mopping. With a passion. Which gives you an idea of how bad it must have been for me to take steps to rectify the disgusting situation. Ick.
In addition to this monumental upheaval and bathroom cleaning orgy, I did all the usual weekend things: sleeping in, watching Melodifestivalen (which is OVER, thank god), reading a really good book, laundry, walking and the additional "joy" of WORKING. I couldn't stop myself. I don't know any other way to keep up right now. None of which leaves me with anything interesting to write about in terms of what I've been up to lately, but c'est la vie. One nice thing that we have been enjoying, however, on top of all the usual, is Hanna's presence. We'll be sad to give her back, but it's obvious that she would rather be home and is missing her folks.
Barrelsful of the Best Birthday Wishes to brief_therapy!