Tra la, it’s May, the lusty Month of May
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
Tra la, it’s here, that shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear.
The flowers in trees in my town definitely got the message. All gloriously abloom. Especially the dogwoods. And it’s so quiet out there with minimal traffic that I can hear lots of birds. Watched a huge crow trying to eat from my suet feeder while two scrub jays dived bombed him. That was quite a dance.
As for me, I am not dancing to the oldies right now with this annoying torn meniscus. Or walking the dogs. Luckily, they have the huge backyard to play in.
Big excitement for me today. The hospital can start doing non-emergency clinic procedures. I’ll be going in for my previously-mentioned decennial colonoscopy. I am so looking forward to being in the backseat of Susan’s car as she taxis me there and back again. She is a faithful online Scrabble opponent for me, but there’s no human contact there.
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Okay. Back from that penetrating experience. Went well. Procedure is nothing. Prep, not so much. Just so happy to be home.
Got the new printer all configured by myself, but had to call on my tech guy to help me get it to operate remotely. I thought I should be able to figure that out, but when I saw what he did — he can meet almost all my needs from his home or office — I realized that it was was, in fact, not in my skill set. Glad to once again be able to print out the NY Times crossword.
And my dear neighbor across the street saw Susan bring me home and me get myself in using a stick. She texted and asked what I needed. I said “company.” so she and I have been texting all afternoon in-between her rising two young boys and caring for her dad who came here to convalesce from surgery. We are now acquainted better than we might ever have been trying to catch a few words face to face.
Back to my dance theme, I am remembering May Day at St. Matthew’s Episcopal school and beautiful little girls dancing around the maypole, winding the colorful ribbons round and round. One eighth-grade girl was voted May Queen. She wore a wreath of white flowers on her head which she then placed on a statue of the BVM. It was lovely. Of course, much of that celebration has gone by the by. Too sexist, too making one girl win a popularity contest. I think there is still a maypole dance, not this year, of course, and all the different classes presented little choreographed numbers. There were three-legged races and such.
I think in some countries, the first of May is sort of a labor day. In that regard, some 2000 people have checked “interested in attending” a rally tomorrow in the capitol mall expressing their desire to get back to work. The governor said on TV that she respects First Amendment rights, but that she and the congress will not be in Salem, still hunkering down. She hopes all who attend will keep their distance.
Cinco de Mayo is coming right up. I so wish I could go to Roasted Chile’s in Kihei for a big bowl of Posole. I will probably go with a Tex-Mex chili pie at home. I need to add the ingredients to my pick-up list at Freddy’s tomorrow.