Jen and I just got home from having Easter Dinner (which was actually at lunch time) with my father. My sister’s family was there too. My brother was with his in-laws today so he couldn’t make it.
Dinner was lovely (choice of lamb or ham, I went with the lamb). I was feeling like I had had enough and thought, I’ll have one more bite… It’s been an hour and a half and the foamies are still raging. Stupid one last bite.
Up next for me is an MRI appointment over at the hospital formerly known as Saints Memorial in Lowell. Having a medical appointment on easter just tickles me. Come, giggle with me.
Jen and I are also looking at maybe making a change to the back yard. While we were out there on a fact finding mission I filled the bird feeders because it’s spring time, babie and that’s what you do!
I stopped in to see Dad this morning. Just for a minute. We’re going back for lunch later. It’s our first holiday without Mom. It’s going to be tough, but we’ll get through it. After lunch I will have an MRI on my noggin’ to see if there’s anything causing these stupid migraines. After two weeks without one I had a mild one on Wednesday, and then another milder one yesterday. I’m ready for them to stop now, thank you very much.
Two unrelated thoughts to share on this Sunday evening.
First, DJ Roomba will roll tonight. It’s been a bit of a prick the last week. It starts, it runs for a few minutes, it goes home with some whiney bitchy complaint like its dirt collector sensor is dirty or some horse shit. I think it’s just lazy and doesn’t want to work. So much for the robot uprising, right? I just cleaned the shit out of it, figuratively and literally, I guess. I think it’s clean enough to eat off of now. I don’t want to hear any complaints tonight. Just vacuum up the whole house and earn your friggin’ keep, robot.
The second Sunday evening thought is a television thought. Tonight, in about 17 minutes, the mid-season premier of Fear the Walking Dead will air. Now given that I am a compulsive television series completist, I will watch tonight’s episode. I will not, however, watch it tonight. The first half of this season was vomit inducingly bad. It’s the worst television I have ever made myself watch. I wish I could allow myself to never watch another episode of that god awful piece of shit, but this is me we’re talking about. I’ll watch it via the AMC website. Probably sometime tomorrow. I should pirate it though. I should watch it in a way that will not contribute to the ratings in any way in the hopes that AMC just puts a bullet in the show’s zombified head. Bang, done. All of the fantastic actors can go get work on shows that aren’t written by second graders with alarmingly low IQs. That’d be nice, right?
Oh! I forgot that I had a third thought for Sunday evening. Happy Easter, where applicable. It isn’t really applicable to me in any meaningful way apart from wishing people a happy Easter, and having a nice Easter dinner with the love of my life. She cooked a ham in the crock pot and she air fried some veggies and it was all delicious. Thank you, sweetie!
Okay. I will now finish my exercise for the day (13 minutes still to go) and watch me some Captain America: Civil War. Suck it, Fear the Walking Dead.
I was just informed that due to Easter many people seem to believe that bunnies actually lay eggs. Allow me to take this opportunity to inform the universe that bunnies are mammals and therefore they do not, in fact, lay eggs. There is definitive proof of this so don’t go telling me I need to do more research or whatever the fuck the flat earth morons say when they are shown proof and don’t want to accept it.
Hello and welcome to the second annual Covid-19 pandemic lock down quarantine Easter. I feel like I should be writing something profound but I can’t come up with anything. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
I plan to spend my day doing chores and stuff. I’m going to make some chicken and quinoa for Jen for dinner. I don’t have any Easter bunnies to cook for her so we’re just going to have to make do.
Apple tells me that they are sending me a replacement AppleWatch. It should arrive tomorrow. Jen had a battery problem with a series five once too. I guess it’s a thing? I’m getting a new watch out of the deal though. Let’s just hope my backups from last week install correctly because I don’t want to start from scratch again.
I watched Birds of Prey yesterday. It was okay. Better than Suicide Squad. Better than Wonder Woman ’84 too, probably. Could it be that it’s the third best DCEU flick behind Wonder Woman and The Snyder Cut? That plus the trailer for The Suicide Squad made me want to watch the first Suicide Squad again. It’s running right now. I’m 75% through. It’s like most of the DCEU movies. It’s okay. Nothing special. Waaay too much slow motion. I think the only recent live action DC movie I haven’t seen is Joker. I’ll get to that soon enough.
I started my nightly fast really early last night. 7:00 instead of 9:00. I wasn’t planning on it, I just got wrapped up in stuff and didn’t eat after dinner. That means I was clear to eat at 11:00am instead of 1:00pm. It’s 11:30 right now. I think I’ll throw in a load of laundry and then have something to eat. What do you think?
Easter is a day that, much like the name Anakin Skywalker, no longer has any meaning for me. Even if it is the truth and I’ve only forgotten about it. I don’t think so.
To continue on the blasphemous theme of this post, why didn’t the AMC TV network use today as the start date for season three of Fear the Walking Dead? Easter… Zombies… it seems like such an obvious marketing win, doesn’t it?
We are going to Nana and Papa’s today. The kids are looking forward to it. Jen has a bad cold, and I have a flare up of what people tell me is an undiagnosed case of plantar fasciitis. As a result, we’ve both been on edge and overly snippy. Jen, my love, I am sorry if I’ve had a bad attitude over the last couple of days. It is just because my foot is hurting a lot and I can’t seem to think around it. I love you and don’t want you to think that my grumpy is related to anything other than the ouch factor.
Once again, happy zombie Jesus day, everyone! Brrraaaaiiiinnnnnsssssandforgivenessforallsinnnnnnssssssss.
There isn’t much celebrating going on here today. I’m on call until tomorrow morning, so we won’t be visiting family. The kids are at their dad’s house, so there won’t be any Easter Bunny shenanigans, although there are a couple of baskets of candy in the living room that weren’t there yesterday. Hmmm. They must be for me! Jen is going to cook a ham today, because she’s a wonderful person, but she is going to work too. I need to clean the mini van as we have a group of five going on a drive one day this week and the rear seats need to be put in. If I am doing that much, then I might as well clean out the whole pig sty. Other than that, maybe some hammy music to go with the ham dinner while I wait for my phone to not ring?
I should wish everyone who believes in Good Friday a Happy Good Friday.
I don’t get it though. Why not just say Happy Day in Which Your Personal Savior was Slaughtered Like an Animal in the Most Humiliating and Agonizingly Painful Way Possible in Front of the Whole Entire City?
Stick to Easter. Or what non believers call, The Day Your Personal Savior Came Back From the Dead as a Zombie. How do you moan, “braaaiinnnns” in Aramaic? What about Hebrew and Greek?
We usually do family things on Easter Sunday. This year I’m on call so Jen and I are just going to stay home. The kids are with their dad this weekend so there won’t even be Bunny festivities, zombie or otherwise.
I find some humor in the fact that this year Easter Sunday is immediately followed by April Fools Day on Monday.
For years I have been on the fence as to what if anything Easter really means to me. This year it’s just another day for me. I am much more excited about next weekend, when the kids have some huge events to participate in. There’s no doubt in my mind as to the reality and importance of next weekend.
I don’t know… maybe I’m just getting my butt whooped at work today and am in a crummy mood. I don’t know.
Do you think there is any hidden meaning to the season finale of The Walking Dead taking place on Easter Sunday? Does anyone care?
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