me and linda around this time last year celebrating her birthday
I also thought Easter was the 11th because my daddy passed away April 8, 1974 and I buried him the day before Easter.
daddy in marseille 1945
Well, I was ALL off track this year. So what's the problem, you ask? Well, I scheduled some special classes for a group of employees this month for "the day job", and I scheduled the first one for Friday - Good Friday - and it's being held at one of our offices (Santa Clarita) about 100 miles from home.
And even THAT wouldn't be an "issue" for me, but remember, I live in Southern California and will need to take the following freeways to try to avoid some of the Good Friday traffic which will undoubtedly include people heading out of town to Las Vegas, people going to visit relatives and people just going wherever they go on Fridays in California . . .
And around 4:30pm I'll reverse these directions and head back home.
So while you're home dyeing Easter eggs and preparing your menu for Sunday's Easter dinner, think of me tomorrow sitting on those mean freeways just trying to get back home to a glass of Pinot Noir!
Happy Easter if I don't see you again before Sunday!