She needs a cure for her 'blue funk'

It's almost Easter! Chocolate bunnies and Peeps are everywhere. The end of winter is officially here. Hooray.

So why am I in a blue funk? Last weekend was so warm and pretty. Today, Friday, March 26, is cold and dreary. I hope it is the last of the really cold weather for the season.

Peeps and chocolate bunnies are doing nothing to lift my mood. They just sit there in their plastic packages daring me to overdose on them. Perhaps my mood is affected because I have the first poison ivy blisters of the season decorating my face where I brushed my hair out of the way. One would think that after all this time I would know better. Wrong again.

Perhaps I am in blue funk because I was worried about my husband who had come down with whatever virus has been going around lately. He's much better now but I'm still not as perky as I felt last week when it was warm and not worried. Perhaps it is because I finally was able to confirm what my mother had been sure of for awhile - that her best friend was dead. The two of them had been friends all their lives and now only Mom is left.

Maybe the blues have struck in counterpoint to the joy of last weekend and it is the normal pendulum of my emotions that I am feeling. Whatever it is I have the blahs.

On the other hand the crocus I planted last fall are gorgeous. They look like clusters of bright summer sky. The snowdrops are nodding in the front of the garden and I have an entire bag of gladiolas just begging to be planted. There are even a few spindly shoots of the mesclun that I planted in a pot. New life usually cheers me up but it hasn't happened yet.

Instead of concentrating on my sour mood maybe I should find an Easter bunny somewhere. One year when my daughter was small we went to have breakfast with the Easter bunny. We went with the neighbor and her son. Beth was a little too small for the festivities because when the bunny came around she hid under the table and whimpered, "Hurt you? Hurt you?"

We couldn't leave because the other kid wanted to talk to the bunny. I wonder if they have breakfast with the Easter bunny in Texas where my granddaughter and grandson are? If we lived closer I would take them just to see their reactions.

Easter is about much more than bunnies and candy. It is the foundation of a religion. It is the foundation of what I and many others believe. It is not, however, what everybody believes. And that is OK. Everyone is entitled to believe whatever they want. Including me.

I am hoping that when I go shopping for Easter stuff this weekend to send to the grandkids my mood will lift. It should be impossible to be grouchy with a basket full of bunnies and such. I hope the candy won't melt on the way to Texas. I am told it is much warmer down there.

I am counting on being in a better mood by the time you read this. I'll take two Peeps and call you in the morning. That should do it.[[In-content Ad]]