May 1st, 2011. CD2.
I had Mountain Dew, Midol, and a bag of Baked Lays for dinner last night. Went to bed way too late after watching hours of DVR-ed soaps. Slept like absolute crap. Awakened from a dim sleep by cramping which rendered me immobile. Took more Midol. Curled up in the fetal position, wide awake and in pain, catching up on Tweets on my phone for about an hour before I felt I could get out of bed.
Opened the bedroom door to find both cats staring at me. Continued further into the house to find that they’d broken into the hall closet, somehow slicing open the bag of chicken jerky dog treats, and leaving a comically long trail of said treats throughout the house. The dog was more amused by this than was I.
I didn’t even bother temping this morning because I was fairly certain the thermometer would beep and then say, “Whoa bitch, you’re a hot mess.”
On a lighter note, today is May Day.
I don’t actually know where this tradition originated, or if any of you also celebrate it, but it’s been in our family as long as I can remember. Back in the Enchanted Forest where I grew up, we celebrated May Day by frolicking through the fields early in the morning, picking baskets of wild flowers, and then leaving them anonymously on our neighbors’ doorsteps as a May Day surprise. It was a sweet tradition that my grandma and mom passed along to us that I someday hope to pass along to my children.
Hopefully by the time I have children, we will live closer to a forest with neighbors we know. Since we are currently living in the Big City, and you can get arrested for picking the flowers, I celebrated May Day by going to the local grocery store and buying myself some roses from the floral kiosk that’s wedged in between the banana stand and the rotisserie chicken warmer. I’m afraid of most of our neighbors, and figure that if they left the house to find flowers on their stoop, they’d probably just call the police.
So I just kept them for myself.
Happy freakin’ May Day. Grandma would be proud.
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In some countries may days is labour day, so there are parades and it actually is a statutory holiday!
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I wish May Day were an observed holiday here! I could use a day off work every year to deliver flowers to my elderly neighbors. I think a nice “Random Act of Kindness” day could go a long way to boost the morale in this country as well as the economy. 🙂
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I hadn’t heard of that tradition before. Though I’ve never lived anywhere very close to fields full of flowers we could frolick through…{that’s a lot of f-words}.
The roses are lovely and in light of the AF torture I think you should keep them for yourself.
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I did keep them. And they are still beautiful days later.
And as far as F-words, there are many in this post, but not the one I typically use to punctuate the discovery that AF has arrived. 😉
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(hope this works)
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Okay, that didn’t work… I think this is a lovely tradition, I’d never heard of it either…
(Trying to send you flowers…)
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Awww… Thanks for the flowers, kboo! I realized recently that May is the month that I most associate with my grandma. The whole May Day thing, and the fact that this month in Michigan is when we would start walking the woods looking for morel mushrooms.
It all makes me happy and sad at the same time. I will be sure to appreciate my Mothers and Grandmothers even more this Mother’s Day…
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