Happy Easter!

Spring is sprung … and all that

Spring is sprung,
Duh grass is riz
I wonder where dem boidies is.
Duh little boids is on duh wing–
But dat’s absoid:
Duh little wing is on duh boid.

I recall my seventh grade teacher reading the venerable Ogden Nash poem, a British Columbian giving his best Bronx impression. It cracked us up.

There’s something wonderful about spring but there’s also something frightning. For some people spring seems to mean ”major meltdown.” It still seems that the onset of spring, which here in Phoenix began four weeks ago, is associated for susceptible individuals with full blown manic episodes. Lately at the hospital we’ve had a number of patients who have been up all day and all night for several days prior to admission. They’re hypertalkative and nonsensical; they’re impulsive and unpredicatable; they’re grandiose and over-the-top. Some are dangerous.

I began my new job as assistant director for behavioral health about four weeks ago, a transition that was accompanied by a sudden increase in seculsions, restraints and patients on 1:1 precautions–what kind of influence is that? At last it’s finally calming down.

Spring break is offically over. My son, having tired of Disney World is back at Cornel and once again doing his allnighters while promising me he is getting his sleep. The other three children who are still at home are once more fully engaged in 5th grade, 9th grade and 11th grade studies. As for me, the MBA program is back in sesssion. Current course: Supply Chain Management.

I did read ”Execution: The discipline of Getting Things Done” over the break. It was worth the read–very focused on the disconnect between ”the talk and the walk.”

Tonight we attended a Good Friday service. The pastor called it ”God’s Friday.” That was his preferred term and I think, in terms of etymology he is probably correct. He may not have been 100% in terms of Pathos, Logos and Ethos but it was an appreciated occasion for reflection on the mystery of the passion.

Happy Easter to all.