Uninspired, 4 Days & Counting

I've been back home for 4 days and I STILL can't think of anything I want to write about! What's with that? Did I leave my inspiration muse in Arizona? In the past, I've sometimes found inspiration by starting to write about one thing that jump-started another. Is it obvious that I'm doing it right now?

I could write about the trip, but I'm not going to unless someone specifically asks me to. I already emailed a trip report to everyone I know who reads this blog anyway.

I don't want to rant. Although there are plenty of things I feel like ranting about.

Today is Easter Sunday. Here are the two things I remember from 62 Easter Sundays: Once, when I was about 6 years old, my mom asked me if I'd brushed my teeth before going to church. Jokingly, she had me stand next to our white porcelain stove and give her a big smile so she could compare the whiteness of my teeth with the porcelain. Secondly, years later when I was in High School, we all got up early to attend an outdoor Easter sunrise service. It was cold and cloudy. So cold that you could see your breath and so cloudy that we couldn't see the sunrise. The service started promptly at 6:00 AM anyway. I'm sure the pastor had visions of being cloaked in rays of morning sun as he read the ressurection scriptures and we'd all get tears in our eyes as we sang, "When morning gilds the skies, my heart awaking cries, may Jesus Christ be praised." It didn't happen. By the time the service was over I felt more like a survivor than a believer.

Here's some good news/bad news: Good news - I bought a lawn edger! Bad news - I may not get to use it until August! The instructions say, DO NOT use when the ground is wet because the housing will clog up with mud and wear out the motor. Bummer.

Oh! Here's something you might enjoy: We visited several gift shops during our visit to AZ. Each had its own supply of cheesy signs and bumper stickers. Some of the shops had warnings posted that read, DO NOT TAKE PHOTOS. I guess they were afraid people would copy their "artwork" when they got home. Nonetheless, some of the signs were pretty funny. For instance, "Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?" was funny, and "Before you criticise another, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, you'll be a mile away and you'll have his shoes!" put an irreverent twist on the old admonishment. I've forgotten the others. I KNEW I should have written them down. Dang it!! 'Guess I'll have to go back sometime and read them aloud to myself (into a concealed tape recorder). Heh heh heh.