in a bit of a funk

These guys aren't really in a funk- they just know how to pose that way. Actually, The Child and his overnight guest had a fun weekend. Knowing I'd be a drag, I told The Child he could invite a friend over. They entertained each other admirably.

The threat of shutdown of the organization I've worked for my entire adult life has finally taken over my mood, at least some of the time. The effects in my life would be far-reaching. Until this week, I had maintained an attitude of, well.....denial- but prominent articles in the local newspaper warn of possible impending shutdown. Having it spelled out in black and white tends to have somewhat of an impact.

Maybe, if it does happen, I will finally write about what it is that I do for a living. But until then, I intend to stick with my original blogging intent: to attempt to forge an identity which does not include my job title.

My sister's cancer surgery has been cancelled due to the unexpectedly rapid growth of the tumor on her tongue. Removal of the tumor at this point would apparently require the removal of too much tongue tissue. So they've installed a chemo port in her tongue and yesterday she was in Dana Farber in Boston receiving various types of infusions of toxic medicine for 16 hours. All I can say is, I hope she believes in conventional medicine a lot more than I do. Faith is everything.

And I believe in spring. Here it is, as evidenced in this photo taken yesterday. (I didn't intend to memorialize the garden hose, but I didn't notice it until now.)



This bold bellwether was the first to bloom. Actually a crocus, it serves to remind me of the rampant buttercups of my youth, as well as the soon-to-appear daffodils which will forever remind me of my dear friend W who died with the daffodils 4 years ago in April.

Happy Easter, everyone.