After Easter and Transition

Happy After Easter

and Transition to

Spring.

And now I find myself 50 years old.

Our accountant said it plainly. You already have been 50 for a year. You know, when you are born you are zero.

My bubble of stress burst. I had been 50 for a year and felt no different. What a rapid transition. Why couldn't spring come any faster. As if the last cold was the stubbornest and clung to the ground in great cakes of ice and dense snow.

But I wanted to recall Easter day. A holiday and symbol of the spring and apparently governed by the lunar calendar. Also nature based rituals of egg gathering and rabbits. chocolate? and pork? At least for traditional midwesterners like myself. Pork represented a great corn harvest from the previous year. Bounty. Abundance. Now a source of fuel (food deprivation) and certainly some misguided farm subsidies.

Really, seeing Mars Attacks as an offering on the satellite TV signal catcher on Easter was not merely a minor shock but also a pleasant diversion from the conflicting religious and food stimuli and normal daily obligations. Mars Attacks reflects the arrogance of man and government and rebirth of man's vision of the universe. Not as an innocent explorer wandering off to the nearest spinning object, but as a participant and survivor. One willing to utilize even a demented old woman and shy caring young man to stumble onto the only way to save the world. The movie gets better every time we see it. We bought a copy but still feel celestial intervention decided to put the easter bunny to sleep and crack the traditional eggs and play it on the satellite dish, sure to be enjoyed by man and martian alike.

Best wishes. Spring is around the corner and in the case of VT, down the road apiece as well.

where did al gore go? the picture I sent him of our record breaking snow pile in March came back no forwarding address. lesson: don't try to predict the weather. In VT spring may be optional.

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