Hey, everybody! I haven’t posted in a really long time but here goes…
This excerpt is a chapter from Good Luck With That Thing You’re Doing: One Woman’s Adventures in Dating, Plumbing and Other Full-Contact Sports, my collection of (nonfiction) humor essays about the absurdities of everyday life. This particular absurdity involves Easter…
A Hare Out of Place
Last spring I moved to an Arlington neighborhood whose inhabitants do more than pay lip service to the idea of community. People here make a point of getting to know each other and do things like leave welcome gifts for new arrivals. (An unidentified neighbor left me an eggplant, for example. I thought it was a nice gesture, though some readers feared I had been targeted by a produce terrorist.) The neighborhood also has a robust civic association that puts on well-attended, family-friendly events like a Fourth of July parade, a Halloween parade, and an Easter egg hunt.
My next door neighbors, Toni and Scott, are among the people who play the most active roles in making these events happen. They contribute countless hours of their time to help plan and organize. I’m an engaged citizen too, so I contribute juice boxes, which everyone knows are the cornerstone of any close-knit community.
The annual Easter egg hunt was scheduled to take place today, so I stopped by my neighbors’ house last night with my contribution. To my standard kid-friendly juice offering I had added a bottle of adult grape juice, which Toni and I proceeded to share. I hadn’t seen her in a while, so we had some catching up to do. About-two thirds of the way through the bottle, the topic of conversation shifted to the egg hunt.
“So do you guys have everything you need?” I asked. Continue reading
