The Easter Bunny Cometh

Hello Silverhorners!! Thanks for coming up the mountain. I hope this finds you all well and in good spirits.

Well, imagine my surprise when I discovered this weekend was Easter. I had completely forgotten about it. Thankfully we have a fax, I was able to fax my Easter list to the Easter Bunny at the last minute. I hope he got it, I'll be disappointed if there is nothing in my rubber boots on Easter morning. That's the tradition here on Silverhorn Mountain, we put our rubber boots out the night before and the Bunny fills em up with candy. We used to use the traditional Easter Basket, until the year he left popsicles. Not that I am greedy, but the only rubber boots I could find this year are chest waders.

Here at the Silverhorn we have a couple of beagle dogs, tried and true rabbit hunting hounds, 'Bonnie' and 'Clyde', which in the past have presented, well, shall we say a 'challenge' for the Easter Bunny. So this year I have promised to lock them in the basement and not let them out until well after lunch. I have also given them a stern lecture about the difference between the Easter Bunny and an ordinary 'non holiday' associated rabbit, but they are dogs after all, and I am not sure it sunk in. They just sat there looking at me and turning their heads from side to side. They did much the same thing Christmas Eve when I explained Santa Claus to them, and then turned around and drank the poor old fella's milk and ate his cookie. I might be the only person who had to write a letter to Santa after Christmas to apologize. Well, I think there was one other guy, a deer hunter on the other side of Silverhorn Mountain who shot a deer on his roof, ... it was one of Santa's flying reindeer, (not Rudolph, one of the other, less well known ones), fortunately, he only 'winged' him and he made a full recovery.
Things do get a little outta hand around here during holidays....

Those of you who follow these enthralling entries into cyberspace will recall that a couple of weeks ago I had a mole removed from my back. Well, today I had the stitches removed without incident. I went to the Silverhorn Village doctor, who we all refer to as 'the Doc'. I asked the Doc for a leather strap or something to bite on and he said, and I quote: "Don't worry, this won't hurt you........much." Nothing like a GP with a sense of humor......ouch!

Well it turns out the pathology report says it was 'Clarks Niva", which I would have been very happy to let Clark keep. These are apparently moles that have a tendency to turn to melanoma if left to their own devices. So I am just as pleased to have sent it back to Clark. Although it appears not to be, whether it actually was a melanoma has not been determined yet, as we, (well mostly me) await the actual specialist report. I also found out (remember, I do the research so you don't have to) that skin cancer is one of the most dangerous types and in many cases by the time a mole turns bad, it has already spread to other parts of your body. So guys, wear long pants and shirts and hats, and sunscreen on exposed parts when you are outside, girls, ( I may have suggested this before) wear lots of sunscreen, clothing is optional. And if you do spot a mole that looks different, or irregular or dark, get it checked, doesn't hurt a bit.....well, ok it hurts a little......by the way, I am an experienced mole checker, specializing in woman's moles.....

The Doc said I should continue to avoid heavy lifting, washing dishes, washing floors, vacuuming and laundry. Oh, yeah, almost forgot, raking the lawn is a no-no. He said my best chance for a quick recovery is alternating between lying on the couch and fishing.