Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my frost-bit bunnies! How are you? We’ve been joking about spring’s failure to install or launch or execute or whatever, but it’s not so funny anymore. This continued snow and sleet and hail is obnoxious. People deserve a respite, a reward, after enduring a long, hard winter. So far, we seem to be getting much more punishment than reward. Of course, I am so tempted to intervene in things meteorological, but it’s not nice to fool Mother Nature. The crisis in Japan has shown us what can happen when she gets riled up. I just hope that we warm up a little soon and get out of the 30 degree range for awhile.

For those of you who observe it, I wish you a wonderful Easter Sunday. My parents allowed all sorts of religious, spiritual, and other influences into our lives as we grew up. We observed many different traditions from many different faiths and cultures. One of my favorite Easter activities was the egg hunt. In the Zoltar household, we did not run about looking for the eggs. No, we sat and concentrated until we located them using our psychic powers. It was just as much fun without all that legwork.

We also had Easter parades, where everyone who had a cart, and a mule or horse to pull it, would decorate them in bright colors and ribbons. Fortunetellers’ carts mingled with merchants’ wagons and tradesmen’s trailers, all proudly circling in festive adornment. Those are some beautiful memories. What are your Easter memories? Here’s a video to get you reminiscing:



Oh my, those chocolate bunnies go right to my hips! Don’t forget to share your Easter recollections below. Thank you for taking the time to share. I love spending time with my Irregulars and other readers.

Want to know where that egg you never found last year is? Contact: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

[Confidential to JM: Congratulations. 18 years, one day at a time.]

It has to warm up sooner or later, it just has to. Aren’t we supposed to be hurtling towards the sun or something? Maybe if we all lean to the south, we can tilt our planet closer to it. Come on, Sol, kick start your furnace and give us a blast. Stay warm, my dears. Blowsabella!