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Leap Day Again

February 29, 2016

With Leap Day comes the reminder that it has been four years since I started this blog, now so neglected. Last Leap Day I wrote this:

How is it that Leap Day is not even a legal holiday? It is an extra day! How can that not be occasion for festival, gluttony, drunkenness, indecency, loafing, pyrotechniphilia, parading, car dealership savings events– all thing extraneous, extravagant, and not at all productive. It only comes around every four years! (With the century mark exception– remember ’96-’04? That endless wait, that desert of unremitting 365’s, it felt like we were all holding our breaths just a little past human endurance… no, wait a moment, actually for 2000 there was that divisible-by-400 rule kicking in, so there was a Leap Day, so you probably don’t remember that (thanks Wikipedia!).) Leap Day should be a magical time, or at least a time of forced, obligatory magicality. It should be a time when rules are suspended, social relations inverted, and some sort of crappy foodstuff is eaten by reason of tradition. There should be television specials. We need to know what the Peanuts gang were doing on Leap Day, how Charlie Brown was handling the terrible existential angst of it all. There should be greeting cards exploring all possible puns and plays on ‘leap.” There should be family gatherings ruined by drunken uncles on Leap Day, short stories leading up to remarkable Leap Day epiphanies. This should be a day on which the happy are happier, and the miserable even more wretchedly miserable, in accordance to God’s established law.

Some day this may all come to pass. Until then we can only struggle on privately, alone or with friends, to have ourselves a happy little Leap Day, tinged only with the sad knowledge that it is not as happy a Leap Day as it should be.

Sad knowledge indeed. I had four years to prepare for this, to make for A Better Leap Day, to give the day (“O Happy Day!” was the title of the post) its due, and yet I find myself to have squandered it, let fall into drabness, without even any champagne, sparklers, table decorations, or the roasting of beast or fowl. Not so much as a single marriage proposal from any single lady (which is actually a real Leap Day tradition, the Sadie Hawkins style reversal of gender roles, though one now out of date among forward thinking people). And so it fulfills the darker side of every holiday — a reminder of the waste of life and fast approaching death.But at least the melancholy of Leap Day is a special and rare melancholy, and so all the more endurable.

I will make it count though, with a Leap Day resolution: a return to blogging, if not on the regular, then on the occasional. More blog! The whole world cries out for so many things, but not this. Nonetheless, it will get it, and be astonished.

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One Comment
  1. nick permalink

    I definitely cry out silently for more of this, so thanks for hearing the unhearable.

    Also, the worst breakup of my life (that is the definitive moment of breaking up, as opposed to the earliest intimations, which are akin to that moment you KNOW you’re going to puke but haven’t yet puked) occurred on a Leap Day. Even in my shattered, mute state, I recognized and was grateful I wouldn’t have to face the anniversary of that dark day for four years.

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