Easter weekend is winding down and so am I.
I’m happy to report that things improved greatly since I posted that Good Friday picture from the freezing depths of wintry hell. Yesterday and today were both warm enough to sit outside in the afternoon sun. We still have the remains of our snow mountain in the backyard because W likes to blow all the driveway snow into the same place and it gets hard packed and icy and stubborn about disappearing.
My annual battle with Turbo Tax has been fought and won at last, taking up the better part of Saturday. What a strange expression. As if answering all those questions was the best part of my day. Every year I vow to get that job out of the way early and every year I don’t. Although I guess you could call this sort of early since we were given an extension to the 5th of May, and look at me, all done almost two weeks ahead of the deadline.
Our Easter Sunday dinner this year was beautiful in its simplicity. I made my famous roasted chicken breasts covered in BBQ sauce and crispy bacon strips and melted cheese with roasted potatoes and carrots on the side. We really need to think up a shorter name for that. But the best part was my daughters quinoa salad.
Its kind of amazing how I’ve lived this long and heard so much about quinoa and until yesterday had never actually eaten it. So I’m certainly no expert when it comes to quinoa recipes, but I think hers is an excellent one. Cooked and cooled quinoa mixed with red, yellow and green peppers, tomato, cucumber, cilantro, feta cheese, red onion if you have it (we didn’t) and tossed in an olive oil and vinegar dressing. Season to taste. I believe some epicure spices made their way into the vinaigrette. Add anything else your little wine drenched brain comes up with. I think I’ve named everything that was in this particular batch. It was delicious.
Today I picked up my Euros from the bank, wandered around in a drug store for a bit and then went to Staples for printer ink and paper. And suddenly the day is gone. Why don’t days at work go winging by like this one?
Anyway, if that was Easter, we’ve had it. I love my daughter, and her daughter, and all daughters everywhere. Sons too, even when they’re far away with their own sons and daughters. I could have just said family for all that, but my head is still in tax mode spewing out endless details that may or may not be relevant in the grand scheme of things.
If you celebrate Easter, I hope it was awesome. If you don’t, I hope you had a delightfully springlike weekend wherever you are.
Now I’m going to curl up on my couch with a good book and use up the last minutes of my Monday putting off all the things that I’ve decided I can leave until some other distant future productive last minute. Because really, life is full of them.
Breathing Space 
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