Happy Easter. I Haven't Painted an Egg in a Good 30 Years, and Although I Wanted to Paint My Egg to Look Like Isaiah, It Looked More Like Roy Kent

There are only a few weekends left to share the love of my good friends in the Sealey-Wooley-Johnson households, and I welcomed the Saturday night to paint eggs with the youngest of the crew. I tried to create an Isaiah egg, but it turned out to look more like Roy Kent, and I 'm okay with that, too. We had a fantastic dinner of steak, taters, asparagus, grilled veggies and followed with the egg festivities.

I'm just excited that I painted an egg and gave birth to a painting that is worthy of the egg hunt to come on the Easter Sunday egg hunt thing in Stratford. Thank you, Easter Bunny.

I wanted great curls and and a slight mustache on my Isaiah egg, but the water color paint from Ishy's stash leaked and suddenly smeared to become an egg that looked like Roy Kent from the Ted Lasso series. Not a replication, but a simulacra of his character. 

I'm good with that. I'll take Roy as rebirth and resurrection, especially in the spirit of the holiday. Give me the Neanderthal grunt and precious romanticism every day of the year. I'll also take good friends and a wonderful Saturday night in Stratford with steak, asparagus, potatoes, grilled squash, and nice bread. 

And I apologize to Brett Goldstein for the portrayal, but don't feel sorry for the evening that led to the n egg-painting. Go Richmond, and go the morality and joy of one of the greatest shows ever to come our way during the Covid years. I am thankful for this hard-boiled joy!

Happy Easter and may others enjoy the purpose of this day and it's mythological storytelling (I believe the groundhog sees its shadow, too, and we have a month of showers before May flowers. 

I'll choose the cast of Ted Lasso every time. Believe. 

I stand for hope.