PLEASE, PLEASE!
Please don't let it rain! We don't want rain! This is Southern Califormia, land of sunshine. Too much rain is patently verboten!BUT IF IT MUST RAIN I WILL FEED THE ROSES. There, I found a satisfactory option, come what May.

WHY ASK WHY??

I'd like to say my Easter is filled with reverence for resurrected Lords, Spring thrills and chills and a nice ham dinner. Yes to that last one....and Don is cooking!.... and yea to the first one, but my interpretation of Christ and all the myths surrounding him is for another blog at another time.

Anyway, we went out to breakfast this cloudy morn, and on the way back, Don asked an interesting question. It has to do with Easter, so sit back and listen, all you eggheads!

So he asks, why, if Easter actually grew out of the Jewish holiday Passover -- celebrating a fairly profound Hebrew miracle some years back -- do people eat HAM?.... When, see, pigs (from which hams come) are considered unclean animals by the Jews? So, being the logical thinker and sparkling conversationalist that I am, I regaled him with my theory, which runs as follows: First of all, I said, perhaps there was an overload of pigs one season and that's all they had to eat! And, as Easter is the unequivocally Christian mutation of a profound ancient miracle, there's no prohibition of certain meats (unless you count meat on Friday for the Catholics).

A better question would be, why do the Islamic and the Jewish faiths both exclude pork from the diets of the obedient, often fanatical, faithful? Anyone who's eaten a bacon and tomato sandwich with mayo (and/or mustard) would logically ask this.

Other than celebrating Easter by musing on religious meat preferences, I also planted some petunias, along with a strong warning into Buckwheat's pea-brain to keep his petunia-pickin' paws outta there.