Easter and spring are a perfect match. When the sun is out, the leaves are unfurling on the trees, the new MLB season has just started, and the Masters is on, it’s much easier to believe in the death/resurrection story. Don’t you wonder how it works in the Southern Hemisphere?
This year the story is particularly vivid for us, because our house is starting to emerge from the wreckage. We’ve spent the last three months cleaning, reinstalling, moving, and replacing virtually everything. We’re not done yet, and we’ve run into countless obstacles along the way, but we’re reasonably close now. We’re functioning at about 80 percent, which is tolerable, if not great.
We will be fleeing DeSantistan for the mountains in a few weeks. I’ll have more to say about that later. In the meantime, happy Easter!