Easter Sunday what? Yeah, I’m working, you’re all bored of hearing that. But I’m not bothered because it’s Easter Sunday, in particular; I’m just bothered because it’s Sunday in general, the sun’s out, and everyone else I know is off. I’m so far removed from the religious side of Easter these days – ever since I left school, I suppose. Its meaning has just gradually diluted in time. And while I’m in no way perturbed by this, it does make me wonder what will happen to Easter in the future; how much further will that dilution go? If I ever have children, will I bother to impart on them the religious meaning of the holiday and proceed to explain why hot cross buns have a cross on them, or will I tell them it’s simply a celebration of Spring and a convenient time to regroup and be thankful? But if I go for the latter, I do run the risk of them coming home from school and saying Who’s this man who died and on the third day rose again, in accordance with the scriptures? (See, it’s all still ingrained in there, somewhere). Oh, Easter shmeaster. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it (which will be no time soon, don’t worry). For now though, The Stone Roses (as close to the Resurrection as I’ll be going) and a bit of chocolate egg…
…for tomorrow may rain so i’ll follow the sun.
Recently, I keep stumbling across things I haven’t referred to on this blog before, but which are so much an in-built, unconditional, goes-without-saying part of my life, that it might seem absurd to those who know me. Suffice it to say, The Beatles are one of the unquestionables. And if I was to say anymore on the matter, I really wouldn’t know where to begin.
I often find myself scouring youtube for live footage of Bob Marley. I can’t help it. It’s like it’s my default setting. Bob-moving-in-real-life-SEARCH. That’s what I’ve just found myself doing, on this, a treasured evening off. I’ve probably seen all there is to see, but I always hope I’ll stumble across something new. And if I don’t, I’ll make do with what’s there (well, it’s hardly making do, is it?). Here’s a favourite for your viewing pleasure. His voice is as good as ever. I love the headphones, the fact that he’s sitting down, and what he’s wearing. I’ll always love the way he moves. Notice the way the camera pans from feet to head, at about 1:30. Not that I’m pedantic or anything. Enjoy!
Guess what? Yep, you got it. I’m working all weekend. Just think of the dollar, I keep telling myself. Oh, and I do have tomorrow evening off, so the boy and I can actually eat together, at the same time, in the same room. Small things. In other news, we paid off our Glastonbury balances yesterday, which is kind of exciting. I so need a holiday.