Easter in the RGV

The only antique mall in town is closing its doors, so I went to scout for bargains. In the parking lot, a trio of women were sitting under a beach canopy with Easter wares spread out around them.

Pre-dyed and decorated Easter eggs were $4.00 for 18. There were pre-assembled Easter baskets and Easter Bunny piñatas. Because nothing captures the true spirit of Easter like beating the daylights out of the Easter Bunny, right?

For parents contemplating holiday gift fowl, Wednesday's front page story warned about the samonella danger of handling live Easter chicks. Because we can't enjoy holidays without some type of attendant scare--razor-laden apples at Halloween, the spontaneous combustion of Christmas pajamas, turkey-induced comas after Thanksgiving dinner. Watch out, that Easter chick could KILL YOU.

More intriguing, the article mentioned that a local company sells dyed Easter chicks. There was a psychedelic photo of said chicks accompanying the article. Why?!

Sadly, this will be my least musical Easter in a decade. The ward choir here pooped out after one number at Christmas. Our organist (a former Episcopalian who understands the NEED for good music) will be playing some jazzy prelude and postlude music, but that's a FAR cry from the musical feast we had every year in Pasadena Ward. We're thinking of visiting an Episcopal church in the morning to get a musical fix.

That, and we're not sure if we can get reservations this late for Easter Brunch--a Robertson family tradition.

Sigh.