Happy....Spring?

Happy Easter to those who celebrate it and Happy Spring to the rest of us. I am always so conflicted about this holiday. I usually get through it by calling it Ostara, the Pagan right of Spring Equinox, but, this year the date is off. Ostara took place in March. I observed it in my own way, alone. Alissa's mother claims they are Christian, which makes Easter a real holiday. Yet, I am the one who has always done the baskets for Alissa. I call them Easter/Ostara baskets so no one gets pissy. Ostara is a Goddess in Pagan legend who got all pissed off at an unfaithful lover and threw him into the sky to live as a constellation for eternity. But, she had a heart and allows him to turn into a rabbit once a year and deliver fancy eggs to children in Springtime. (Rolls eyes.) If you think that's loony, then think about that dude on the cross who died and came out of a cave later (zombie?) to wave to his followers after he had descended into Hell for three days...all at the order of his own father..in order to save all of mankind from the same fate. Yeah. As far as I'm concerned, you can toss all of that in a pot and stir it Widdershins.

Spell check is going nutso. It has never heard of Ostara, Widdershins or nutso.. Bite me google blog.

Anyway, I will make the baskets in case the grandkids show up. Easter has always meant plastic eggs full of treats and trinkets and some small toys, chocolate bunnies, possibly some new glad rags. A pile of silly nonsense for children to dig into. Lots of chocolate and no preaching. Ostara trinkets are exactly the same as Easter trinkets except there are, of course, no crosses or biblical references. The eggs and bunny are ours (Pagan's) originally. Knowing this is how I get through the holiday. History and knowledge are my friends and comforts.

Okay, Lissa is here, her mom dropped her off and promised to pick her up Monday...or Tuesday. Who knows? She got her confused holiday loot and she's happy. I'll see Gabe later. I'm going to go for a ride with a friend on his motorcycle later. Yep. I'm hitting the road with one of them bikers for at least a whole hour. Lis can stay over at Tuwella's for an hour. I need a shower. He said he'd be here right after church. (Oh, dear load! Church.) So, that's my day. I have two New York Strip steaks thawed out for our dinner tonight. (Ham can go to hell.) A friend gave me the steaks. (Thank you!) I have good friends. Both here and in real life. I wish you a happy day, what ever you celebrate or don't. I also wish you lots of chocolote, I know everyone loves it, but, me. I have Skittles, Tootsie Fruits and belly aches for me and Gabey. Yum.