Lucky us.

We are having another cool, rainy, downright snappy Easter Sunday here in the Pacific Northwest. So we wait patiently for that spring day that will stick. April is such a tease. It will be any day now, though, we say to ourselves.

In my memory there are so very few spring-like Easters suitable for spring activities.  Every year the upcoming Easter holiday would be an occasion for the family to go shopping for a new outfit. We would buy for spring but would inevitably need for winter, as we progressed through a shivering sunrise service, the inevitable egg hunt, and the general stylish behavior one flaunts when one is wearing a new frock. And each year, Mom and Dad would gather us at the side of the house on Standish Street where there might be sun so we could show off our new wardrobes.  

Lucky us. Continuing the Life Lessons series I began last week, let me share how Tim Minchin said it: 

"You are lucky to be here. You were incalculably lucky to be born, and incredibly lucky to be brought up by a nice family that helped you get educated and encouraged you to go to (school). Or if you were born into a horrible family, that’s unlucky and you have my sympathy… but you were still lucky: lucky that you happened to be made of the sort of DNA that made the sort of brain which – when placed in a horrible childhood environment – would make decisions that meant you ended up, eventually, graduating...Well done you, for dragging yourself up by the shoelaces, but you were lucky. You didn’t create the bit of you that dragged you up. They’re not even your shoelaces."