I am going to read something I wrote at a Virtual May Day event today. Starting to get a little nervous. ETA: It's different with grandparents you don't see all the time, but there are things that make me think of them a lot.
Natter 78: I might need to watch some Buffy for inspiration
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I just realized that yesterday when -t asked me if I was doing anything for May Day, I processed her meaning as... May Day "modern-traditional style" like when my sister's class did a flag Maypole ribbon thing back in the, I'm going to say 60s. (I didn't exist yet, but my dad was movie camera dude, so I saw footage of that oddness.) Like, origins in fertility ritual, though I know it was teansmogrified into agricultural/season change celebration, still sort of odd in a decidedly not agricultural communuty in a private school outside of Wilmington, DE with a bunch of kids in uniforms. Weird. Anyway...
That is not the May Day she meant. I also conflated it a little with Cinco de Mayo, I think.
I mean, the answer is still, "No," but I might have said more if I hadn't been having a brain fart. Sorry, -t!
Mother's Day is going to suck this year. A year ago, we didn't know her cancer had started to grow again. We didn't know until mid-to-late May. I had no idea it would be our last Mother's Day.
When I got home from my (totally clean, go back in ten years) colonoscopy on Tuesday, my sense of smell was even more acute than usual for some reason (probable reason: I was high as a kite), and the lilacs in full bloom were overwhelming. All I could think was how much Mom would have loved the smell.
This club sucks.