I’ll have an orange Julius, please. What is that, something orange-y?
Every year this happens, a date comes along and you are reminded of what you are supposed to be reminded of. We had one such case just last month on February 2nd. There were no surprises, Puxsatawney (holy geez, did I spell that correctly without checking?) Phil came out and did his little Caddyshack dance or whatever he does and that was that. Since 2/2, there were probably a few other dates that made you sit up and remember, “Hey, this is how I’m supposed to feel today!” but for the sanity of getting to my point let’s ignore those.
Valentine’s! You forgot Valentine’s Day!
Now here we are today, ready to embark upon the Ides of March. What are we supposed to do? Ah yes, BEWARE! Beware of what?
What’s going on in my life that I should be wary of? Is it wary or weary and which is worse? Oh crap I’ve got that big meeting today with So-And-So McCluster & Co. What if the whole bunch of them are just lying in wait for me, ready to pounce and stab and betray. And you, Popeye? You too?
We should not fret over the Ides too march (much), lest we tear our own eyes out going crazy just putzing around, anticipating the punchline yet all the while unable to stop it. Oedipus did that, too. He was the worst at it. Does he have a day?
If he does, no doubt it’s in the dead-heat of August.
So then what is the moral of the story? Enjoy every day as if it were your last, I suppose.
It can be. If you choose to view today in that cheerful manner. It is true that one day… the Ides will come, either cloaked or unmasked, for you too. Surely for all of us. But don’t let that bring you down. Have yourself an alrighty time with everything that you do today. Don’t even think about it.
<With his back turned>
Think about what?
Today’s prompt: Write about a day.