High Hopes, I had High Hopes . . .
Have you ever noticed how real life sometimes creeps into the blogosphere? After a fairly productive April, I was full-steam ahead ready for May, or so I thought.
Initally, I planned a short post on May Day, a holiday I actually grew up celebrating because of my elementary school’s annual May Day event. Beginning in January, we spent every gym class for weeks learning intricate folk dances for May Day. Finding an opposite sex partner and dancing together daily was—at the time—the most unappreciated part of my early education. Year after year I was always the tallest girl in the class, and my partner was always Mike S, the tallest boy. (We danced together for six years and recently re-connected on Facebook. Quite a hoot.) May Day was a huge event. Each grade dressed alike in costumes the mothers made, as in sewed. The first graders usually did some sort of line dance, but as we grew older we learned more complicated square dances, quadrilles, and contra dances. It was, however, only as sixth graders that we danced around the Maypole while the rest of the school, parents, and community watched.
Four poles, each with a different color of streamers—pink, yellow, green, and blue—stood against the bright blue sky. The girls wore dresses that matched the streamers, and the boys wore navy pants, white shirts, and ties to match the girls’ dresses. The boys who had to wear pink ties were always a little bitter. Nevertheless, it was kind of thrilling to stand on the asphalt, ribbon in hand, waiting for the needle to touch the vinyl disc that would send us in motion, ducking and weaving to braid the Maypole. As our circle of dancers grew tighter, I glanced up to see if our pole was properly checkered, signifying that we had performed flawlessly. It was, and later as we celebrated our skill, some of us also recognized that elementary school—one of the first chapters of our young lives—was drawing to a close.
May Day 2011 slipped right by, without a Maypole or nosegay in sight. Kind of sad. Still I hoped to redeem myself by posting a funny little piece on Star Wars Day.
May the Fourth be with you!
Star Wars Day rolled right on by, but don’t worry because a Cinco de Mayo menu post would be just the thing to redeem my neglected blog.
After all, who wouldn’t like some Zesty Lime Chicken? Ole!
I missed that deadline, too. Something about moving a boy home from college . . . .
So, here it is May 6. Tomorrow is the Kentucky Derby, “the most exciting two minutes in sports” and a really fun fashion parade, too.
I will not be posting about it, but I will be reading about it here at A Place to Dwell.
And, that brings us to Sunday, May 8, Mother’s Day. And with all the almost-posting I’ve done this past week, I’ll probably take the day off.
So, tell me, if you blog, how far ahead do you plan your posts, or do you write as the mood or inspiration strikes?