I'm feeling a bit run down this week
(something akin to a loaded dump truck from behind).
I can't quite seem to get my feet under me
so I can do all that needs to be done.
So for this week's article, this is all I could muster.
Hopefully I can find a spring tonic
and some energy before the next one is due.
My memories of childhood Easters are slightly grainy, not because they were so long ago, but because for a number of years during my youth, the Primary and Sunday School teachers took our class to the Sand Dunes the Saturday before Easter. It became a tradition to spend the whole afternoon rolling brightly colored eggs down the dunes, eating a gritty picnic, and rolling ourselves down the dunes. I'm pretty sure my class and I owe several teachers many apologies for all the sand we ground into their car floor mats and seat cushions on the ride home after spending the day at the Dunes.
Actually, it is quite amazing there is any sand left at the Dunes considering all that came home with me each Easter season. Both shoes would be full, all pockets and cuffs would be filled to capacity, and every crevice was crammed with the stuff as evidenced by the sand bar in the tub after each Easter Eve bath.
When I tell people of my fond Easter memories at the Sand Dunes, they look at me strangely, but I'm used to that look. It is the same one I receive when I tell people my high school mascot was a rabbit.
Delta High alums who live away from Millard County know the look I am speaking of. They also know the conversation that inevitably follows the look:
"Your mascot was a rabbit?"
Then I explain with pride that a Delta Rabbit is not a fluffy, flop-eared Easter bunny, but a tough jack rabbit who kicks hard, jumps high, and runs fast and that is why we are so tough to beat. Check out who holds the 3A State Wrestling title (again!)
So my Easter memories are a little grittier than most people I know. I probably still have a little sand in my ears. Maybe I like my egg salad sandwich with that granular texture and my Easter candy coated in a fine layer of dust…hey, I'm one of those tough Delta Rabbits, what do you expect?