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My sister is grumpy today.
For the first twelve years of her life, her birthday was a holiday. No school or parents working on her day. Her day. Then in 1971, Memorial Day became one of the “Monday holidays” which means that her birthday only lands on a holiday every seven or eight years. This year, when it falls almost a full week before her birthday, is one that she particularly dislikes. Even after five decades, she still takes this personally.
It never bothered me as a kid that she had her birthday on a holiday. My folks didn’t actually make a bigger deal about it because of the holiday and I still got to go to the pool (in Missouri, the public pools
usually opened on Memorial Day). I still got the dinner of my choice and a birthday cake with lots of frosting. All good, even with no holiday in sight.
My birthday is in August. There are only two months during the year that don’t have big, recognized holidays in them. August is one of them. June is the other, but I always thought June redeemed itself by having the end of school. And, of course, since I moved to Minnesota, I have always counted the State Fair as a holiday, thereby making August one of the best holiday months.
Even though we won’t be having the Great Minnesota Get Together this year, I don’t hold August responsible for that. But my sister probably would.
If you could move your birthday to a holiday, which holiday would you choose? And why?
Daughter phoned this week to ask, or rather, to demand, that we send an Easter basket to her. She said she thought she deserved one because she had been stuck in her apartment for a month and hadn’t seen any of her friends, and, well, could we send milk chocolate and some sour things, please? I said that we would of course send her an Easter parcel, but she wouldn’t get it until the middle of next week.
We also sent a parcel to our grandson containing old Curious George books we had here, and The Golden Egg Book, which is a sweet story by Margaret Wise Brown about a bunny who finds a mysterious egg and who ends up with a duckling for a best friend. Son and DIL thought our grandson would appreciate pretzel fish rather than candy, so he got those, too, as well a teddy bear. He will be two at the end of the month.
This is the first Easter in my memory that we haven’t been doing music in church. I usually complain how exhausting all that performing is, but I hope we never have another Easter like this one, and I would welcome that sort of stress right now.
What are some of your Easter memories?
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A couple of month ago I had a doughnut ice cream sandwich for breakfast. It was PJ’s fault – she had announced the day before that it was going to be National Ice Cream for Breakfast Day. It was a sweet treat that was a bit too sweet even for me and has not been repeated.
Of course the very next day was Groundhog’s Day and just a couple weeks later, I saw some silly bit on the internet that February 17 was Random Acts of Kindness Day. I decided to do some checking and
- National Ice Cream for Breakfast Day (first Saturday in February)
- Seuss Day (also called National Read Across America Day) – March 2
- Pi Day – March 14
- Star Wars Day – May 4
- National Take Your Dog to Work Day – June 22
- National Hammock Day – July 22
- National Black Dog Day – October 1
- Bathtub Party Day – December 5
There is actually a National Day calendar online and from a quick glance, there is something to celebrate every single day of the year, even February 29. But there are plenty of things left to put on the calendar. I looked and didn’t see Dust Bunny Appreciation Day nor did I see a National Day of Reading in Bed. Sorely needed.
Any other days we need to celebrate?
I know you’re expecting to see details about Pi Day next week, but this year I’m going to change it up and write about Pi Day organization. Here’s what it takes:
- Send out Evites. If you’re local, you got an evite, although I can’t guarantee they didn’t go to Spam.
- Decide on pies. Mark the recipes with post-it notes. 11 this year – I can’t help myself
- Make list of ingredients and then shop for those ingredients
- Make little pie placecards and nametags
- Make sure you have enough plates, napkins, forks
- Check on red/white wine supply
- Go through recipes and sort out which are baked and which are non-baked
- Figure out how many pie shells need pre-baking
- Do any of those pre-baked ones need any chocolate coating or other prep?
- Figure out what oven temperature is needed for the baked pies
- Figure out what can be chopped/ground before Saturday
- Make an actual schedule of the order of baking, set up by oven temperature needed
- Make the oatmeal cookies that become the crust for the Crack Pie
- Make Crack Pie crust
- Boil the condensed milk to make dulce de leche
- Do any pre-baking of crusts and coat the chocolate ones
- Do any nut chopping/grinding that needs doing
- Get up early and get started!!
Hopefully there will be time in here for a shower before everybody arrives! Oh and here’s what’s on the menu: Crack, Banoffee, Blueberry, Dutch Apple, Red Velvet Whoopie, Reese’s, Pecan Dream, Shaker Lemon, Vanilla Crumb, Skillet Berry Cobbler and Pear Croustade.
Have I made you hungry or just tired?
Oh no! I stopped by the grocery store last night to pick up something quick and was confronted by a HUGE display of Cadbury chocolate eggs. Not just any run-of-the-mill Easter candy, but my nemesis, the Cadbury egg. I don’t know why I like these, but I really do.
How do I keep myself from temptation for the next six weeks?
Happy Leap Day! My cousin Duane was born on Leap Day. He got his picture in the Pipestone, MN newspaper when he was 4 because he finally had an actual birthday to celebrate.
Starting in Ireland centuries ago, then spreading across Europe, Leap Day was the day every four years when women could propose to men. In Scotland, the woman had to wear a red skirt when she proposed. There were penalties if the men refused. In some places, the man had to purchase twelve pairs of gloves for the woman. In Finland, he had to give her enough cloth to make a skirt. Currently in France, La Bougie du Sapeur, a satirical magazine, only publishes on Leap Day.
I was fascinated to read that during 1930 and 1931, the Soviet government added February 30th to the calendar and made all the other months have 30 days so that all the weeks of the year could have 5 days. I don’t know why they dropped the plan.
How would like to see Leap Day celebrated? How would you change the calendar if you could?