Special days
I learned a few things over the holidays. Like no matter how hard you pretend, jujubes are not edible cannabis. But the best thing I learned was that January is stuffed with special days for us to celebrate.
Nary a week goes by without at least one, for (count ‘em) a grand total of nine. I’m ignoring JRR Tolkien Day and National Lego day. I’ve never read the Tolkien books (don’t hate me), nor have I seen the movies. Now if there’s a Lee Child or John Grisham day in the works, I’m there. As for Lego, we had tons in the house, eons ago, but now I would probably celebrate by sucking blocks into my vacuum, hopefully before stepping on them with sock feet. My insteps ache still at the memory.
National Bird Day happened yesterday. . . . contd.
