One hundred twenty eggs became my part of the plan.
I had joined Prospect Park Track Club's Social Committee a couple of months earlier. The committee was putting together a Sunday morning Easter egg hunt in Prospect Park. Someone needed to get the eggs. Someone also needed a place to boil and dye them.
I took both jobs.
By Tuesday, I had secured the eggs, dye kits, tablecloths, crayons, and vinegar. I offered my apartment for the Saturday dyeing session and asked the group to bring two large pots. My plan was to boil as many eggs as I could on Friday night so there would be something ready when people arrived.
I made a spreadsheet for the helpers. It went out as view-only. Two people told me they could not add anything. I changed the setting and replied, "updated!"
The dyeing started at four on Saturday. The yellow table filled with egg cartons, cups of color, markers, and the rest of the supplies. People came with pots and helped move the eggs from white to pink, blue, green, purple, orange, and yellow.
The hunt was set for ten the next morning near Bartel-Pritchard Square. Helpers arrived an hour earlier to hide the eggs. One pink egg went into a clump of grass beside a fire hydrant. A yellow one fit into the bark of a tree.
Printed maps divided the hiding area among the teams. The committee had picked a section expected to be less crowded than other parts of the park.
The last part of the job was getting all 120 out of the apartment and into the park before the hunt started.