It was my fathers' game: first one in the family to remember the date and wish others a happy first of the month wins. No prize. Just the satisfaction of knowing what day it is and calling it to others' attention. I mentioned it in one of my two books about family and had a few responses; some people called the game "Firsters". I wonder if anyone still plays it. It's a form of celebration, a tribute to the ordinary, to time passing, to dailiness, consciousness and appreciation for small blessings. The acknowledgement of a new month, a new day is a way of saying "Hey, I'm still here!" I hope you are.
did you miss me?
I have been busy. I celebrated my 82nd birthday last week, that is, a lot of people celebrated my 82nd birthday, and I basked. So I didn't write any deathless, ageless thoughts. I thought a lot, though. And I found out something. I thought my right to these thoughts, as expressed in my cobweb blog, were sacrosanct, well, not holy, but protected by an automatic copyright, as indeed they should be, and are. But a lot of people don't know that, so I have added an "All Rights Reserved" to the sidebar, and an explanation, more like an embargo, on using my deathless, ageless thoughts. In other words, get your own deathless, ageless thoughts. Remember the old saying: "No good thought shall go unpublished." Mine already are.