Dates that I no longer celebrate: September 14, March 5, August 2 - all old wedding anniversaries; March 18 and Fathers' Day, now that Dad has gone to the big golf course in the sky; November 9 and September 21 - ex-husband's birthdays (first one is dead, you see); May 30, my parent's wedding anniversary (actually, I stopped doing that one long ago, when a very expensive gift I gave got my mother's arrogant ho-hum). There are one or two dates I will always celebrate: June 8, my natal birthday; December 26, my sobriety birthday; and June 2, the day I quit smoking. For the last time, that is. I missed my usual ritual this year as I had a visit from big kiddo and his new gal, so I went off today to SHOP. You see, I save so much $$$ not smoking, over $4,500 a year, I calculated, estimating $5 a pack and 2 1/2 packs a day, it is cheap to buy myself presents on this auspicious date. And not included in that amount is the co-pays for all the doctoring I had to do, like I had pneumonia 5 times, and numerous bouts of respiratory distress. So spending $300 is nothing, right? And actually, I got $100 from my mother for my birthday, so actually, I only spent $200. Yes, very important date to honor. Meanwhile, here is my latest endeavor, still embryonic but coming up so nicely with its bold value contrasts. Loose geese. Just like those ducks I keep trying to get in a row, the ones that constantly run amuck.
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