Today is April Fools’ Day, the day famous for pranks. Much of it felt like I was on the receiving end of prank after prank. If only Alan Funt would have come out from hiding to announce, “Smile, you’re on Candid Camera.” In the end, probably good he didn’t. He’s been dead for 12 years, 6 months, 27 days. Perhaps his son, Peter, could have stepped in.
The day started with a chilly, dreary morning. It was supposed to be bright, at at least partly sunny, and not so cold. Ah, April 1, you got me.
The children were misbehaving, and uncooperative in getting ready for church. Pranked again.
We arrived at church, only to discover today is Palm Sunday. We didn’t expect it until next week. Very clever; we never saw it coming.
I was expecting to join a group bike ride this afternoon at 1:00. It was canceled shortly after 11:00: too cold. I checked the temperature. 46°F, though the forecast claimed it was supposed to be hi 50s, and hit 60° by noon. We didn’t hit 60° until mid-afternoon. April 1, how sneaky of you to reuse the day’s first prank.
Instead of the bike ride, the whole family went kite flying at a nearby park. It was sunny and warm enough by then to go ride bike. But I decided it would be better to go kite flying with the family. Three kites, and none of them would stay up in the air for longer than a minute. As my wife said, now we know why you would tell someone you are mad at to go fly a kite, because it’s an exercise in frustration. It was little consolation that other families at the park had the same kite prank played on them.
I could have gone bike riding on my own after that. It was warm enough, but sunset planned to cut the ride way too short. I could have gone for a short ride. But by then I felt too defeated by the day’s pranks. April 1, you win.
It is now the end of the day. Mr. Funt don’t bother popping out now, or this April fool might prank you.