every year, i buy a new calendar.
i wait until the very end of january to do this because they are usually in the discount bin by then marked at a desperate price.
once i rescue a poor, unwanted calendar (usually containing pictures of grossly ugly dogs), i bring it home, and begin transferring important dates and information from the old to the new.
in this process, i imagine what the future year has in store.
petty things.
will i have a valentine?
will i be totally wasted on st. patrick's day?
will have have to color eggs on easter?
what will my costume be on halloween?
heavier things.
will one of my loved ones die this year?
will i die this year?
it's not only the future i reflect upon, however, but it's the past as well.
dates of concerts i'd been to, and many i'd flaked out on.
dates of obligations that bring up both painful and joyful memories.
but of them all the most difficult tend to be birthdates.
i go through the difficult process of choosing who to carry-over.
and who to leave behind.
many over the years have been left behind.
but a strong, select few carry over year after year after year.
those who i have a strong admiration for.
a strong connection with.
even though we have kept out of touch for such long periods of time.
and haven't touched or seen each other for years it must be.
you are still carried over.
and your name brings a huge smile to my face as i write it.
happy birthday, betty.
thinking of you. <3
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