A rather higglety-pigglety Easter on the I75 SUV Speedway

locksWe have never observed the Easter holiday in a religious fashion here at the landfill but the Easter Bunny used manage to find us anyway. He would arrive right on schedule for this moveable feast holiday that falls on the first Sunday after the Paschall full moon. Go ahead, google it! Adding on to the date confusion, we would sometimes travel to visit The Commander’s Other House, The Real House, Where She Lives Some of the Days. Or even Houghton Lake. The Easter Bunny would always find us.

Our Easter Bunny would bring baskets full of candy and just a few wrapped packages, almost always a stuffed aminal or two and sometimes a spring outfit and probably a book or two. Our Easter Bunny would hide colored eggs and one long-ago Easter, he helped a toddler find them. She was brand new to that game and needed a little help.

The Easter Bunny got lost for a few years there, when the beach urchins grew up and started moving out and we began doing whatever we felt like doing for Easter, more or less depending on whatever else was going on in life, or even the weather. Like one amazing 90-degree Easter when we kayaked on the Huron River! I was totally sunburnt at the end of that day. I would almost bet that *this* Easter there are still bits of ice hanging out down there in some of the deepest, darkest nooks and crannies of the shore. And sometimes we are not even together. Like the year NP Jane and I were in Siberia and we went on an adventure to Naomikong Point with Radical Betty to look for skunk cabbage and found a *faaarrrrrr* along the way. I’d link to that entry except it was before I converted to WordPress, so easier said than done…

This year? Rumor has it that the Easter Bunny sent some small packages of candy out to various parts of the country but he didn’t hide any colored eggs around here. Frank’s Restaurant supplied our eggs over-easy and scrambled with*out* a mangosteen juice chaser, thank you very much. And then, we jumped onto the I75 SUV Speedway for a very eerily quiet drive home under cloudless blue skies. What gives? We aren’t sure. Gas prices, unless I’m missing something, are around the two-dollar mark. The southbound speedway was so devoid of traffic that the few newly sprouting construction zones we encountered didn’t slow us down one iota. Home. Exhausted. Steak on the grill. And asparagus. Influenced by Genevievedidit.

Good night. Happy Easter and/or Passover and/or skunk cabbage hunting/fire fighting.

4 Responses to “A rather higglety-pigglety Easter on the I75 SUV Speedway”

  1. Sam Says:

    The usual highway denizens were at church? Eating a big festive meal? Watching golf? Watching baseball?

  2. Kathy Farnell Says:

    We did not have very much traffic on I-75 either. We left HL at about 10:30 and stopped at an almost empty B.R. Guest Restaurant for breakfast. Surprising because not only is it Sunday, it is Easter. There weren’t any people! It surprised me. I wonder if the traffic on I-75 will be bad in the future because of the Corunna Rd. bridge closure and other construction. Hope you enjoyed your steak and asparagus. Ours was good.

  3. Dog Mom Says:

    I had a Nook home for a couple nights, and we had a pretty good time, but no Easter Bunnies or Easter Mammoths or Mastadonts. Just a group of us painting (yesterday) and a “someghetti” supper, and painting touch-up today (trimwork painting tomorrow).

    Our “easter egg hunt” consisted of a run to Meijer for Starburst Jelly Beans (nope, they were OUT) and Dove Dark Chocolate Eggs.

  4. Dog Mom Says:

    Re asparagus: Nook *roasts* the asparagus (in oven) with a drizzle of olive oil and shredded Parmesan. AMAZING!