Blame the new cell phone:
Got the year right before March*
Often I go dateless!
*(Just noticed in the notebook of scribbles I still have this year’s new entries marked – for example, 1-1-16 or 1-16-16 – instead of the year 2017 with last year’s date. Then I began checking the dates (days and their number in the monthly maneuver towards 28, 29, 30 or 31, or even their names long have eluded me as a muchly worthless consideration…I mean, after all, it is daylight – or nighttime – so why must I find “The Time” and correspondingly “The Day” or “The Date?” But the new cell so easily displays date, including month and year and the time that I began using the year “17” in my postings to the notebook and now know it’s not Wednesday nor is it The Nineteenth. Fascinating! Usually I make it to Friday before I get the day’s name right, and often not until near early March do I get the month right. About that pesky year: call me in late August. I have missed a multitude of personal birthdays because of this. It is not a quirk. It is an establishment of order amidst a universe bent on parsing each milli- or nano- or any other slicing of time you desire to cite. Besides, I like Beer-n-Pizza at breakfast and last night had scrambled eggs, bacon, sliced-friend boiled potatoes, toast and preserves with milk for supper. I missed lunch: planting onions between scribbling in the notebook. That’s when I realized it wasn’t 1-16-16 anymore – if ever – and was 1-18-17. How could I have missed 1-17-17. Another celebration gone astray! About the haiku: I used March instead of August – literary license, donchaknow? Besides: Isn’t March just before September?)