Year of the Dragon

I'm not one to follow Chinese Astrology, maybe I don't get the idea of everyone born in a year sharing the same sign. It could also be that I didn't like what was in my Chinese horoscope for this year. It included overwork, possible death in the family and domestic accidents. Just grim. Give me good old groovy Age of Aquarius stuff.

On the bright, side dragons are very popular around our house, at least they have starring roles in our "plays". They tend to like to steal the baby bunny and take her home for dinner, as in the baby bunny is for dinner. But the mean dragon always thinks better of it and flies baby bunny home to her mommy. The dragon says sorry and it all ends well. Hopefully the year of the dragon thinks twice and is kind to us.

Happy Mardi Gras in the Year of the Tiger, Mr. President

I felt a bit pulled in all directions by the confluence of holidays this past week. Valentine's Day, Chinese New Year, President's Day and Mardi Gras have me whirling in a strange mix of holiday imagery and on a bit of a sugar high. I certainly feel like I have made the most of Fat Tuesday and had my fill of chocolates, cookies and King's Cake. I'm actually looking forward to Lent.

I have yet to decide what to give up for Lent. I'm considering trying to do something healthy or creative instead for the next forty six days but feel a bit too time constrained lately to make the commitment. Oddly, the thought of giving up butter or shopping or soda seems easier than making sure I take a daily vitamin for the next month and a half. I guess that means I'm going to have to go the self denial route.