A ‘National Day’ for just about everything…
There is a “National Day” of observance and celebration for just about anything and everything under the sun.
Earlier this week, for example, it was National Dog Day, and I’m all for dogs having their day.
Cats, too, naturally, and horses, of course. Giddyup.
Dogs are adorable and so lovable, and I enjoyed seeing Facebook posts of people sharing photos of their pets.
When I see dog pictures or watch some of these amazing canine rescue posts, my thoughts immediately turn to “family expansion.”
Once Bubba the Great Pyrenees, then Lucy the little pound puppy crossed that Rainbow Bridge, we said we were done with dogs for the time being.
I often am inclined now, however, to assure or warn Better Half that when the day comes that I retire from this newspaper life, horses Thunder and Tucker and “Herald the Cat” are going to have some company. Some siblings so to speak.
One of my first post-retirement stops will be at the animal shelter, and I will adopt not one, but two dogs that get along and will join me in days of leisure — doing nothing, then resting afterward.
Oh, the good life. The better life.
But I digress here.
Back to these “National Days” for this and that.
Ice cream has not only a day but an entire month, and rightfully so in my book.
Our freezer shows great support — a welcoming refuge albeit a just-passing-through one — for this cold treat that seems to taste extra good to me this summer, maybe because it’s been so hot.
Better Half sticks to more conventional flavors — extra creamy chocolate or peanut butter and chocolate — but I have discovered life is far more worth living with English Toffee Caramel, Maine Blueberry Belgian Waffle Cone or my favorite — black raspberry with dark chocolate chunks.
Oh, yeah, baby! Yum!
I try to lure Better Half out of his ice cream complacency but not too much. I’m not really all that interested in sharing, truth be told.
I would gladly be a professional ice cream taste-tester in my after-working years. Or a devoted volunteer if nothing else.
I’m not sure if there are some days set aside as a national one for this, but at least one a year should be designated as National Pull Out In Front Of Janice Day.
Honestly, everywhere I drove the other day, someone pulled out in front of me that shouldn’t have, traffic etiquette and law ignored.
One offender had a “pro life” bumper sticker, a message that driving skills didn’t necessarily validate.
I don’t know if dandelions get any respect and have a day in their honor, but they should.
They’re kind of the Rodney Dangerfield in the flower kingdom — which people want to get rid of and not really appreciate unless of course your tastebuds are yearning for a bowl of cicoria, dandelion greens.
My desktop calendar the other day put dandelions in a new light for me as I read the message: “The miracles of nature do not seem miracles because they are so common. If no one had never seen a flower, even a dandelion would be the most startling event in the world.”
Amen to that.
And a bowl of ice cream.
And a couple of dogs.
(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at email@example.com.)