Good Friday
The roads were deserted, the office is deserted... why am I here? I really should have taken today off. At least the sun is out and it's kinda warm.
Holidays have gotten wonky since Dad died. The first Thanksgiving found me driving Mom to Maine. I hate travelling on holidays but her youngest son wanted her (not me, just her) in Maine for Thanksgiving. So, I drove. Not a good time and I refused to do it again last year. Christmas, birthdays, Easter... all have drifted from family gathering at our parents to everyone doing their own thing. It's funny, Dad turned out to be the glue that kept eveyrone together.
This Easter Mom's youngest son will be in Manhattan for the weekend and she's planning on taking the train into the City and having dinner out with he and his wife and Gretchen is going with her. I won't be going. I think it will be a nice, quiet crochet/knitting marathon in front of the television. Gretchen is planning on doing Palm Sunday festivities with the kids the last weekend in April. I'm all... WTF? It's just weird. I could have done it with the kids last weekend but no one else was available (except the kids), so I let it go.
