Being an agnostic, I tend to keep my own counsel on certain popular aspects of the day. But the general concepts of resurrection and renewal are not bad.
This Easter is the first one I can remember in at least five years that wasn’t frigid, rainy or a combination of the two. In fact, it was a good day for an afternoon hike up the mountain above our little burg. The not-so-dark-Dark One agreed . . .
While a couple of perverts in Vermont and a ward staff in New York serve only to cheapen one’s faith in humanity, the Not-So-Dark One brings its own strange millieu to this terrestrial plane.
She got a haircut this summer. Needless to say, the household has been mildly critical of my choice of hairstyle, but at least she’s not lethargic from an excessively high core temperature this summer.
And this is further evidence that she’d definitely not a sub.
You don’t know how much this has cost me in dirty looks and surrendered bratwurst this week . . . .
The pup is growing nicely – if you’re partial to pet livestock. She’s at about 15 pounds now after bumming a fair-sized slice of beef roast from me this evening. Looks like she’ll be getting her own steak at barbecue time . . . .