Easter is a rather big deal at the asylum. Which, considering that this is a religious institution, really shouldn’t surprise me. Carlton and I completely ignored Easter. Which, considering that we were not religious, really shouldn’t surprise anyone. We were not adverse to partaking in a celebratory chocolate bunny.
Which brings me to my eternal Easter mystery. Why is it call “Easter”????
The naming of the celebration as “Easter” seems to go back to the name of a pre-Christian goddess in England, Eostre, who was celebrated at beginning of spring. The only reference to this goddess comes from the writings of the Venerable Bede, a British monk who lived in the late seventh and early eighth century. Bede wrote that the month in which English Christians were celebrating the resurrection of Jesus had been called Eosturmonath in Old English, referring to a goddess named Eostre. And even though Christians had begun affirming the Christian meaning of the celebration, they continued to use the name of the goddess to designate the season.
So, there you have it. I am 100% behind celebrating Eostre. Especially if it involves dark chocolate bunnies.
OK ladies. This one is for you.
Today’s Wall Street Journal had an article extolling the wonders of the 1970’s denim skirt. And, pointed out that one could buy said marvelous article of clothing for $695 – shipping extra.
Well, check your closet, girl friends.
Now, this is my very own denim skirt. Now, it isn’t quite as shapely as the $695 version. I doesn’t have the extra seams in front. But, hey, it is still a rather wonderful 1970’s style denim skirt.
