The way things are going with the bar scene, as people again get out and about from all over — although there was not much a different pattern than over the winter months — one could wonder what delighful or decadent Easter dresses would hold sway: Sporty, stocky, stylish, short, sleek, slender, sexy, slim, small sizes, skimpy, all could be part of sorting it all out, but more the end then the beginning of considerations.
Outside the Village Liquor store, there is a drop-off box for Easter Seals donations of clothing and shoes, but on my walks I have not seen anyone actually drop something in. If you have a closet full of such stuff — and while your dress size might change with weight loss, but not your shoe size — today may be your last to fit the bill for this holiday cycle. But I’m sure there will be a call for more of this soon …
At play is a man I had not seen before on my walks, who said that last Easter, when streaming any Easter services was the only option (no word yet on what happened this time around), and there were four (to quote him), inches of snow on that Holy Day, which might be topped off only by the (unholy or not so and more of that later) Halloween blizzard of 30 inches in days of yore, this time with even an early Easter there were temps that hit 80 degrees. Invoke Easter Monday, to be clear, as that is when we got to that level of warmth. The Man said, that when streaming a bit more than a year ago, and got the Easter thing solved for him, God came to him in an instant and conveyed, again, this message, Jesus through (Blood Sweat and Tears) indicated that he would melt all that snow-(Blind?) with his (Sacred to again quote Black Sabbath) heart
And this is Easter Monday, and my wife who knows all this stuff like no one else, said that its a biggie in church circles. So my neighbor, whose wife has worked in the church, said about that Day Like Any Other Day, (to quote one of Foreigner’s first hits), actually falls into a theological “50 day” rule after the grave. The Man said, with a look on his face that showed he knows, added that the schools were even out on this day, both public and private, virus or no virus. And when is the Man Cave to hit the can’t-find-music-anywhere-else void? Actually it was the previous day, all along.
On clothing two days earlier, there were a couple of little girls out walking with their moms and/or puppies (early Easter present?) and sporting their princess dresses (also maybe an Easter present?)
They trekked past various houses that had indeed been decked out with eggs and the like since mid-March or before. One had five bunnies on a stick (the best substitute in the near future for the State Fair), and even more eggs both by the house and up-front by the mailbox. Another sported three great big eggs, Easter Triduum, that were multi-colored beyond the norm and couldn’t have been from an actual chicken, and to complete the package displayed pastel chalk renderings on the driveway near the street, and then a gap, and closer to the doors more along the Easter theme. The overall pattern was much like that by a family at the other end of the circle, where a police-line of sorts was erected even in the vicinity of last April garage sale days, to cordone off the front-of-the-house third of the driveway at the expense of the other two-thirds. Cherry Circle will again batten down the hatches in the third full week of this month, to get it all going again.
Down near Lake Mallelieu was a small house with a whole yard of All These Small Things, and up a ways were several colored balloons adding to that same theme. Between was a neighbor’s house full of devout Catholics who did not have up their bountiful Easter messages, just more chalk steering in an orderly direction, but no banners, save the white lights left-over from Christmas on a few bushes in front of their front window.
Who would be open on Easter when, In The Neighborhood, via there signs? Village Inn said they would open for their killer breakfast option at 7 a.m. then carry on until 5 with food (pizza only in many cases). After that, the only game left was the bar, which would remain open until 10 p.m. That does one or two better than Kozy Korner across the way, which was open for food until 2 p.m. and drink until 4 p.m.
And then back a week to St. Patrick’s Day:
Again, Village Liquor had a sign that had the Irish greeting Slainte Bhaithe, with a heart showing behind the words, and the other side expressed well wishes on that day to a Sir Charles of sorts. They were closed the following Monday, that even after the holiday weekend, as was Kozy Korner for a time for inventory, as they must have had the tills working overtime to collect cash. And of the cars by Village Liquor, in a check that was made late afternoon, all but one or two of the half-dozen were from going-green Minnesota, (one car left as I was still at curbside). And back to that sign, as always seems to be the case with that business, one side shed light on what the other conveyed, (are you traveling north or south?), in this case R U Thirsty? Which I think, and HudsonWiNightlife kinda sorta is the only one to link these things together, is far different than U R Thirsty. Is the punctuation at the end, a period or a question mark. You get it.
Last on signage, Jeff Loven was not at the much-proclaimed (again church word) if even I am the only one proclaiming it to this degree, gig on Sunday nights, but one earlier prior to Easter at the Village Inn. Alas, and I did a double take but am pretty sure I’ve got this right, his name was spelled Lovan, with the wrong vowel, for a while. But they showed Loven some loving and got it right a few hours later. You know what a vowel is, even if tripsy. I trust U do.
All The Small Things about Easter dresses, and choose what S-word fits your style, as there are several, as an entryway to this Easter like there has been no other, and it now carries on into the Easter Monday, as some things are universal and do not go away after a certain calendar date, although that Holiest of Holidays changes by the year
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