he is risen...

out of bed,
and into action amongst the woodsliness.
yep.
it's easter.
caaaaAaaaare?
although,
in true new hampshire springtime rebirthing
renewal-emergence fashion,
we were awoken in the small hours
by a terrible clamoring clatter.
oh, yes,
indeed, we were.
a big fat black ball of burly barbarbian black bear body
came a-crashin' and a-smashin' through the yard.
that's the easter bear, y'all.
new hampshire's answer to the weak-sauce rabbit
that the rest of the duders out there wait for.
no hoppin', only bare-chested battle-barreling.
he was a sure enough big'un, too.
i guess all that hibernating did just about nothin'
to diminish his stout stature at all.
i think i know where my fancy rug is going to come from.
nice.
***********
we had our date night with our buddies again;
it's sort of our new saturday thing.
we saw the new clash of the titans.
now,
maybe i'm just a big grumpy jerk,
but what happened to making storylines make sense?
no matter how pop-outie the 3D doo-doo butter gets,
or how sparkle-magical the effects,
shouldn't the story matter at least a little tiny bit?
i guess not.
it was a darn good lookin' movie though.
i'll hand out some propers to the cinematic visuals.
but that's about it.
a little underdeveloped character play
isn't gonna ruin MY date night, ninjas.
we had pasta fagioli a la rock.
from scratch, mutha-suckas.
and with a whole bulb of garlic in it to win it as well.
then,
i made some easter cookies.
oh man,
did i EVER: peanut-butter, peanut, chocolate, coconut, chocolate chip.
more and more and more.
it's as if i'm compelled to go beyond
the borders of culinary caution,
striking right out into the uncharted realms
of bakery barbarism.
i most definitely doo-doo that freaky sh!t, y'heard?
and they're good, too.
real good.
not too dry,
not too crumbly.
just dope.
in my mouth and in my bellyhole.
***********
i woke up lateish...
and immediately got to cookin'.
because when it's warm out,
and i haven't got to do any work,
y'know what i want to get busy on?

yep.
pasta salad.
tri-color radiatore pasta,
chick peas,
red onions,
red and orange peppers,
cukes,
grape tomatoes,
and italian dressing.
holy crap.
if i was jesus,
i'd come back from the dead for a scoople
of that tasty big action, too.
word up.
***********
looks like today's one of those days.
there's food to get munched up,
there's wood that needs staining,
there's yards and yards of yard that need working.
and to think,
i could've been at an ice cream social,
or eating a weird potato earth-nest in minneapolis.
everything happens the way it's supposed to,
the secret universal planagram trumps the
chocolate bunny-eared, zombified god-son,
dyed-hen-ovum jibberish every time.
i'm here,
the weather is beautiful,
it's all really happening.
i'm probably going to paint up some bear poop
into miniature easter eggs and decorate the driveway.
the spring spirit is all around us;
never quiet, never soft.....