For actual Easter Sunday we got up early, before noon. We were worried the diner we planned to go to would close at noon. They had no such plans, not this year anyway, so we ended up sitting around the living room waiting a while before heading out.
And we went over to the park near bunny_hugger's parents to check on the letterbox we'd planted there. The letterbox had been reported as being checked on several times since we'd inspected it last, in summer. Sure enough, what did we find when we got there but: a couple of maybe ten-year-old kids on bikes looking at this suspicious pack of four adults hanging around near the woods. We don't have anything specifically against kids that age. We just suspect that adults planting secret things in the woods near them will attract attention we don't want. But after about six hours of them watching us watch them, they got called off to something or other and we could go check the letterbox.
It had gotten a tiny bit damp, enough to make the pages moister. But they weren't damaged, and the past stamps weren't blurred or anything. It just needed to sit in the sunlight and fresh air a while and dry out. There were a couple of new stamps, from people I didn't recognize also, and we could feel good about doing things for the hobby.
More, bunny_hugger had remembered she had some rubber stamps meant for letterboxes that she'd never actually deployed. So she had put together a little devilbunny stamp, and a logbook, and inserted it into our book as a hitchhiker. With luck, the next person to find our letterbox will take the hitchhiker and carry it to some other letterbox, starting a journey of world travel which will end when someone forgets to ever put it back. (Not to be snarky. It's just that's the natural fate for stuff that requires people to take something at one event and return it at another.)
Also along the way to the letterbox we passed a river, and I noticed something big. Weird. Clawed. I called out there were crabs there, which obviously there weren't. What was there was crawfish. Several, in fact, so that each time one scurried out of our view another one was along. I don't know that I've seen them in the wild like this before. Certainly not so many. We got to spend a good bit of time watching the fish and other river life so.
Trivia: In 1951 the A&P Company accounted for twelve percent of all sales at United States grocery stores. It operated in forty states. Source: The Great A&P and the Struggle for Small Business in America, Marc Levinson.
Currently Reading: Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal, Mary Roach.
PS: Reading the Comics, April 5, 2016: April 5, 2016 Edition, a bundle of comics all at once.