Time Flies…And How Do We Know It Is Spring? (A Column by Lu)

Helen Cox knows it’s spring when the price of asparagus is affordable and the daffodils bloom at the Arboretum.   Helen Cox wins a free, all expense paid trip to the library, because she bravely, boldly, and with no temerity sent the FIRST COMMENT of the New Year to my column.   This, dear readers, is a gentle prod (Is gentle prod an oxymoron?) as I would love to make this column interactive.

I would totally enjoy hearing your thoughts because I piggyback off your ideas.   I recently attended a meeting of the Over Fifty Five Council which is an open forum, and the feedback from this group is dynamic.  As I see it, our age group is one of the first large groups to negotiate the problems of age.  We articulate our needs and then investigate our options.  The last step is making it happen.

In this exchange, new information is always popping up. At the last meeting, I learned that I can join a line dancing class at a minimal fee.   In my mind, the effect of the group is far greater than that of one individual.   I guess that would be the old idea that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  It’s refreshing to realize how special it is to hear the people involved giving voice to new ideas, an exercise in self-empowerment.   GOOD FOR US.

I know it’s spring when I can walk on the sidewalk with only a fleece jacket.  Debbie Wordinger knows it’s spring when she sees those little tulip bulbs popping up.  Bill in Circulation knows it’s spring when the WHITE  SOX (not ever to be confused with the CUBS!) play their home opener.  Patricia Czuba  puts away the down comforter and the flannel sheets, and Jeanette Hahn feels this uncontrollable urge to play in the dirt.
Final thoughts:  I realized it might be time to stop buying my kids Fannie May chocolate bunnies.  They are way old.  The cost is way high.  Yes, I really did this thing, even buying white chocolate for my youngest son.

Suggestion.    Have a controlled egg hunt for the entire family.  The kids collect the real eggs, and the older kids (THAT’S US!)  collect the plastic ones.  Swapping is allowed.  Announce, “One egg is golden.” Everyone is eligible to find it. What you put in the golden egg is up to you.
NEXT SUGGESTION.  Buy and wear a spring hat.  Do not wear purple.  Do not wear a red hat.  Do you remember.  I do.

Happy Easter.

Lu