It’s a date
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As if there wasn’t enough sugar to go around this time of year, my childhood memories of Halloween always include a big box of fancy pastries. In recognition of my dad’s birthday on October 31, his coworkers would celebrate with him and there were always leftovers. Seemed fair – we’d meet up after trick-or-treating to partake in the mille-feuilles and profiteroles while he’d peruse whatever haul we’d brought in from our door-to-door neighbourhood trek.
Ask anyone their birthdate and they’re likely to tell you how it’s significant in other ways, besides just being the day they came into the world. I share my birthday with Wolfgang Mozart (no, no the same year), and Lewis Carroll. My husband’s birthday can’t pass without a mention that it’s also the anniversary of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima. Well, it’s mentioned quietly.
I adopted my Jack Russell on what happened to be my brother’s birthday so even though it’s not her official date of birth, it’s become the de facto recognition of her aging another year. Or, as my brother observed, we make a bigger deal out of the dog’s birthday than his.
My eldest was born on a Friday the 13th under a full moon with a caul covering his face so he’s in a league all his own.
The birthdate of one of my boys coincides with the day the Titanic hit an iceberg off the coast of Newfoundland which – if I’m to speculate how the universe works in mystical ways – is fitting because I also share my birthday with the captain of the Titanic. Hey, they’re not all good associations.
One co-worker confided her first date with her husband was on Hitler’s birthday and I used to work with a fellow who said he’d never forget his wedding anniversary – it was September 11th.
With only 365 (occasionally 366) days to share amongst billions of people on this planet, it’s inevitable that occasions will overlap and we will have days that commemorate both the good and the bad. That’s why we have things like the Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre and the Saint Patrick’s Day Bombing.
At last check on The Google, virtually every day of the year is dedicated to celebrating something, though there are still a few unused dates. Besides Halloween, be sure to mark your calendar for Deviled Eggs Day (November 2), Spicy Guacamole Day (November 14), and National Absurdity Day (November 20) just in case the former two observances were not already sufficiently absurd.
But wait, there’s more.
You can spend a week in February drinking wine with your cat without feeling awkward about it because it’s an actual thing.
We have traditional weekly and monthly awareness campaigns – like Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month in March and National Cholesterol Education Month in September. But thanks to people who have much more time on their hands than I do, you can ‘Learn Your Name in Morse Code’ on January 11, ‘Play Your Ukulele’ on February 2, ‘National Condom Week’ in February (celebrate that one with your kids!) and ‘Fish are Friends, Not Food’ week in June.
If none of these float your boat, February 21, April 7, and May 23 are still open so if you hurry, you can slot your own personal day of recognition or celebration.