That time of year.

Well, yesterday (the 13th) was my mom's birthday. As usual for that date, I couldn't get out of bed until noon. Fortunately, my boss understands.

She would have been 54. I had to do the math in my head to figure it out.

It's not as bad this year as it has been in the past. I'm still reasonably emotionally balanced, if a bit melancholy.

We'll see how I feel in 13 days, on her yahrtzeit. Were I Christian and inclined to superstition, the "13 days after the 13th" anniversary of her death would have creeped me out. As it is, it's just helpful to remember.

At least it's warming up. The snow might be gone by the time I go up to the cemetary.

Y'know, she woulda had to go and die in March. Even prior to that, I never liked March. It's never been a good month for me. And this just made it worse. Not that I blame her, of course. It's just bad timing.

Of course, when is good timing for a loved one to die, anyway?

Well, we'll see how I feel on her yahrtzeit.

On a sillier note...

Dubbug, it seems, is allergic to cherry blossoms.

When she told me this, I immediately thought of haiku. You see, true traditional haiku (of which most internet "joke" haiku are not) involve the changing of seasons, and often refer to the cherry blossoms as a sign of spring. Generally, "joke" haiku do not, and are more like the similar (but different) form of poetry known as senryu, which are about humorous subjects and human foibles. But maybe I could create something akin to a real one!

So emboldened, I came up with this:


Cherry blossoms bloom
A sneeze sounds in the silence
Dubbug holds her nose