On Easter, we gathered at Auntie’s for a little dinner. We were sitting on the back deck and Grandma H was sitting below a pine tree on the patio, enjoying the sun.
I was up under the umbrella on the deck with Dad, Auntie and Cousin P (a strapping 20-year-old). Uncle had just gone inside to make coffee.
All of a sudden, Grandma H goes, “OUCH!”
Auntie asks, “Did a nut fall on you?”
Grandma H says, “No, an egg.”
I’m confused. Mom hid Easter eggs for a little hunt, but how did one fall on Grandma H? Where did it fall from? The pine tree is at least 10 feet above her head.
Auntie says, “An egg?” And walks over to Grandma H.
I’m holding Emerson and I get up.
Yolk glistens in Grandma H’s hair.
And beside her on the brick patio is a tiny white egg shell with yolk spewed on the bricks.
We look up and see a badly built bird’s nest out in the limb’s of the pine tree. And a bird’s head looks down at us. But he doesn’t leave the nest.
His tail is twice the size of the nest and sticks out into the air.
Auntie tells Grandma H, “Go rinse your hair.”
Grandma H says, “No, I just got it done. Get me something to wipe the yolk out.”
Auntie rushes inside. She gives a wet cloth and mirror to Cousin P.
Poor Cousin P goes to hand it to Grandma H and she says, “You fix my hair.”
Cousin P looks around. I take pity on him. “If you take Emerson, I’ll fix her hair.”
He smiles and grabs my dog.
I try to get the egg out of Grandma H’s super hairsprayed hair. Then I wipe up the bricks so Emerson doesn’t eat raw egg.
And when my Uncle comes out, he’s so mad he missed everything.
Grandma H tells him, “The yokes on you.”
Yesterday Grandma H and I went out to lunch. She mentioned that Cousin P forgot his key to his dorm room at home Easter Sunday. She tells me, “He has that thing, DDT.”
I burst out laughing. “ADD?”
“Yeah, what did I say?”
“You named a chemical, I think it was a pesticide in the 70s.”
Her shoulders shake and she laughs.