May Day! I grew up in Virginia, where there was a May Pole, huge May Day pomp and festivities at school, a May Queen and the whole nine yards. It was an all out bash for the promise of summer and swimming in the river and long games of gin rummy, Hearts, Monopoly and the like. School was as good as over by May 1. Here there is more Cinco de Mayo than May Day, but I still feel excited and anticipatory when the day comes. I have lots of thoughts of canoeing and sitting out on the deck of our cabin and staring at the lake. I'm sure there is still snow right now, but hopefully soon we'll be dragging out the chairs and putting up the umbrellas and struggling getting the canoe down to the water.
We've had such a wet year it also means mosquitoes galore, and my weaponry needs to be in order not to get bitten out of my mind. I'm actually more leery of spider bites. They last for weeks and really, really itch. But some pain must be born if one is to get this leisure thing down pat. Flopping is an art. And I am a master.
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