No worries, says Bunny. It’s covered in the Constitution. You have your freedom of speech, freedom of the press and freedom to assemble. I won’t mention the right to bear arms because Bunny is not a fan of guns.

You can see that there is no need for religious freedom in a society that grants it’s citizens freedom to pursue happiness. Explain you say? Bunny does not belong to any particular church or religion. Bunny serves all people and has to be androgynous in the religious sense. For example, Easter is considered a Christian Holiday. It was cleverly co-opted  by the Christians from the Pagans several hundred years ago. So sad, too bad for the Pagans. I digress. Easter is a so-called Christian Holiday and yet, people of all shapes, sizes, gender, age, ethnicity, race, creed, sexual orientation and color celebrate this day. It’s a challenge for Bunny to deliver baskets to so many people. Oy vey. Yes, oy vey.

That brings me to working with the public. Some folks are sensitive and do not have good social skills. It’s OK. Don’t judge yourself harshly. Some of us have it and some don’t. I am not a fan of chickens, but I work with them. You think it’s easy dealing with chickens? Spend a day with me and you will get an interesting education about the fowl species. They’re not called fowl for nothing.

If you are uncomfortable working with certain kinds of people, well then give yourself and everyone else for that matter a break and stop working with the public. There are plenty of respectable jobs that do not require interacting with others up close and personal. Just please steer clear of retail, food industry and the health care industry. You might want to avoid running for public office. There’s enough stress living daily life. Don’t worry about what other people are doing behind closed doors. It’s not what you think. Bunny knows.

I slowed down for the two-way stop at Railroad and Portland Street. There was a Mack Truck in front of me with a billboard size sign on the back exhorting me to Slow Down for Decadence along with the image of a butter cookie. It was not just any butter cookie. It had the image of a chocolate soldier. In our family, we call these cookies Delichose. It made me smile and then laugh. It made me think about my family and our silly rituals and favorite foods. I Googled the ad and was not able to find it. Is it possible that it only exists in my imagination? I watched The Secret Life of Walter Mitty this weekend and perhaps, the idea of imagining adventures influenced this vision. It was a chocolate colored truck. I promise you, it was a delight. A Delichose delight.

On another note, I have been practicing Carina Barana. It was written by Carl Orff in the late 1930’s. He was inspired by Medieval poems which promote the gritty side of life. You know Game of Thrones style. Your basic nightmare involving sex, violence and annihilation. Clearly, the brown shirts of the 30’s in Germany had a profound influence on this musician.

I sit at our electric piano with my computer and sing along with the Los Angeles Philharmonic Symphony. It helps to pound out the notes in my second soprano part. It’s stirring music. Better not to think about the meaning of the lyrics.  I imagine the music accompanying the spring thaw that is coming soon to our area. Water will pool in deep mud grooves. The trees will green up. People and animals will emerge from their winter habitats. O Fortuna!