Easter arrives cold and gray, just like it usually does around these parts. I figure that the weather is here to spite the fact that at least one of my daffodils has bloomed, and my friend up the street’s orange crocuses are in full flower. Nevertheless, spring is officially here now, with Easter, according to my personal calendar. And fun must be had. Too bad that Peter, at 22, is too old for an easter egg hunt.
What do I propose to do today? I may slink off to church for an actual service. Yes, for those who have been paying attention, that’s not something I’d normally do, which would be to figure out if I have any chametz left in the house.
Current state of soul right now: undefined, of inconclusive directions, given the clues available. That’s usually the state of things, though, when the rabbi you’ve been working with for years turns out to have been a crazy, mixed up, lying little bugger all along.
But enough about me… How is your day shaping up so far?