This is the first palindromic day we’ve had since 2001. Because of the phone number to the first BBS I ever ran (437-2734), I’ve become sort of a collector of numeric palindromes. Hubby’s current cell phone number is a palindrome, as well. And the reason I keep such an unflattering amateur radio call sign as I was dealt (ending in UTI) is that UTI is a palindrome in Morse code (di-di-dah dah di-dit).
But I digress. Today’s date, written in the traditional American format (or at least the Texan format, unless you’re going by the French Revolutionary Calendar, as some still insist upon doing), is a palindrome: it reads the same backward and forward. Racecar! Bob!
And it’s only the second palindromedate (speaking palindromedarily) experienced by most of us living today. The previous one was Oct. 2, 2001 (10-02-2001). There’s one coming up next year on Nov. 2, 2011 (11-02-2011). There’ll be twelve of them in this century. Aaah!
Experiencing three such dates in one lifetime, say the pundits, is exceedingly rare. Before 2001, the last palindromic date was more than 629 years ago, on Aug. 31, 1380 (08-31-1380). Was anyone counting?
We also enjoyed that blue moon on New Year’s Day. Twice the insanity! Twice the freaky weather!
Hubby ate a dozen tamales in addition to his usual fare of black-eyed peas and cornbread. I know that will bring us luck in the coming year. I’m now going out to get our lotto ticket. Keep your fingers crossed.