Well, The Asylum is a wholly owned subsidiary of the Anglican or is it Episcopal Church. And they take Easter pretty seriously. Hence, the rabbit.
On the other hand, I have always wondered why the Christians commemorated the Romans nailing a nice Jewish boy to a tree by having a rabbit deliver chicken eggs to good little boys and girls. Don’t get me wrong. I am in favor of bunnies. Dark Chocolate Bunnies. But Peeps – not a big fan.
I respect any religious occasion that involves food.
Just did almost nothing today. I managed to eat meals and go for a much-needed walk. But, that is about it. Guess this is a part of the aging process. I need more downtime. Carlton called that “white space”. I need more white space in my life. Less clutter. Less busywork. More naps. Having a bit of difficulty embracing this aging thing. But, it is happening. Creeping up on me. Little by little. Taking parts of me away. Little by little.
Eat the cake, buy the shoes, take the trip!
I bought the shoes. Love them. I am with you in not liking this slowing down part of aging. Bah humbug!