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March 31, 2002 on 8:28 pm | In Blogger |

Happy Easter, all! Even if you don’t really celebrate today, it should still be a day of prosperity and happiness. I think it was, for me.

Having gone to the Easter Vigil last night, our family, according to the Catholic faith, was not required to go to this morning’s mass. We went to the Reid Park Zoo, which was fun (though I’m sure Lynn would complain that all we do in Arizona is looking at zoos). I really did have fun, but I am afraid I got either dehydrated or overheated there, because I felt really sick by the time we went to the car, and I did not feel better until I had a shower and a huge glass of water at home.

Jessie and I did some minimal studying for Pride and Prejudice. Unfortunately we did not do a whole lot of studying, but I think Jessie said it best when she said we have been “desensitized” to these 40-minute essays of Ms Caples’s. Really, it’s true: I think for the past month I’ve done one of these things a week, we’ve done these essays a hundred times now, it seems. If you count the journal entries, we have indeed done a lot more of it.

Then we had an Easter feast for dinner. It was tasty, and I ate everything but the lamb~

Summer is coming. It’s not the overheating epidemic today that tells me that fact, nor is it the warm smell tainted with dusty connotations that is coming in from the southwest winds to this meager city. What tells me about summer are the geckos outside, right now, which are lazily wandering up and down my window in hopes of snagging random bugs which are attracted to the light coming from the interior of my abode. They are rather thin now, but we know as a commune that they will be nicely fattened up before the end of June, to be sure.

Why does it already feel like summer? It seems as though my inner bones, nature, and the weather are all in full agreement that summer has come. The only thing that disagrees with this usually arguing threesome are those scientific calculations telling us humans that today is in fact the last day of March, not the first day of summer.

And so we will wait until the calander tells us it is summer, because of all the things which we listen to—the weather, nature, and ourselves—we pay most attention to those precise calculations that plan our lives accordingly~