The Prophet Isaiah and Dyed Eggs

After much battle which required more patience than I had, I have managed to get Old Clunky on the internets, so hurrah for that. I wish this snow would go away already--- this is always my least favorite time of year--- waiting for the dirty old half melted snow to just finally disappear.

I've tried riding a few times over the last couple of weeks, but it's just pointless.  Imagine riding through sticky deep mud, and it's about the same thing.  Taking air out of the tires help with traction and smoothness, but slows things down even more.

We've been seeing some interesting birds in the backyard.  There's even a story on Facebook that someone whose house is near Endicott Park has seen a Bobcat in his yard. That would be cool to see.

I wrote another paragraph about Easter, but somehow it managed to erase itself, and I'm too lazy to type it again. Too many holiday Mythical figures. That's what it boiled down to.

TTFN. Have a holy week centered on what's truly important. Everyone loves WWJD? but try to think about what YOU should do with this Jesus. Was he a liar when he said he was God? A lunatic who wasn't in his right mind? Who mass-hypnotized people into thinking he did miracles?  Or was he who he said he was? Do you want Barabbas, who's a criminal but at least familiar, or Jesus, who came to save us, but not in the way that WE expected him to?