Easter sucks!

The Easter holiday is so boring. Several days of nothing. I don't celebrate it. And I'm sure no one else does either. Still we all expect that everybody else do celebrate it. Which is why we feel like we're intruding if we call people up or try to fix a date with someone. So we all just sit at home, waiting for the bloody holiday to be over.

This morning, when I heard the church bells, I was seriously considering to pop over for the mass. Just to have something to do. Or to try to figure out if there is actually more to Easter than I think. Or maybe just to see if anyone actually goes to church for Easter. But I didn't go, as I'm sure you've already figured out.

But I'm lying a bit. Because I actually do know ONE person that takes Easter seriously. My mum, that is. She doesn't go to church. But she decorates the house with lots of roosters, chickens, easter witches, yellow stuff, and branches with feathers on. This even though she doesn't even spend Easter at home, as she always celebrate it at her fiancee's parent's place.

"But that is why I decorate the house a week early" she says. "So that I have the time to enjoy it a bit, before we go away over the actual Easter holiday". She's brilliant my mum, a bit kooky, but brilliant.

Now I'm going to dress up Noam as an Easter witch and then ask her to take me to Blåkulla. For those of you that don't know what Blåkulla is, it's the place where, according to old Swedish traditions and beliefs, the witches gathered at Easter. Guess it will be more entertaining than just sitting at home doing nothing.