Happy Peanut Butter and Jelly Day
Posted on April 2nd, 2013
At least that’s what April 2’s called on my calendar of
funny holidays. Sunday was Easter. Monday was April Fool’s Day.
Names for days, to mark the passage of time. I’m reminded of a line in Lao Tzu’s Tao Te Ching:
Naming is the origin of all particular things. And of the first post in this blog. I described folks who survived a tsunami because they could tell it was coming, and who had no concept of the passage of time.
Spring’s here. Maybe it marks time for
Spring cleaning. I went through the blog here, purging a
category or two. (E.g., a category set on every post doesn’t mark particular posts.) On the way through, I found a typo or two, a dead link or two, and made a few corrections. By no means all of them. I write like a peeg.
Just as I live. I looked at the seldom-used guest shower. Santa Fe, NM, as part of the desert southwest, is the land of dust. Two months is time enough for a gathering in the shower. I squeegeed accordingly. Spring cleaning.
And the cat? Dang! Spring means birds coming to nest. She stares through the window and wants to be closer. Her teeth chatter in anticipation. After a winter of house-bound satisfaction, she makes desultory trips outside to roll in the dust. Yep, more dust.
She likes to roll in the new dust at the base of Junior, our new tree. At least, the volume of the cat poo tray has decreased. We
flush her toilet less often.
The tsunami of desert and dust may arrive on our planet lest we take more time to plant more Juniors. Take the time on April 22. Mark Earth Day on your calendar. Give the incoming birds a place to sit.
Funny how it all gels. Time flies when you’re having fun.