March, I thought, would come in like a lion, judging by the last few days of February. But the wind has died down, and I suppose it arrived seeming more like a lamb.
Were we in ancient Rome, we’d have celebrated Matronalia today, in honor of the goddess Juno. Women got presents from their husbands and daughters, and husbands offered special prayers for their wives. Women were also expected to prepare a meal for the household slaves (who were given the day off work), as Roman men did at the Saturnalia.
The only bit I got to do was fix food. Here, today, the slave did not get a day off! Sometimes I wonder how in the heck other people do it. We only have three adults and one spoiled dog in this household, yet enough trash is carried out the door that you’d think we ran a private school. And there are ALWAYS dishes in the sink, and the dishwasher always cries to be emptied. (It’s spoiled, too, just like everything else I own.) No one else can empty it, you see. It’s some sort of unwritten rule. They put their dishes in or around the sink, and they magically get rinsed or scrubbed and put into the washdisher! It’s magic! Same with clothes and the washing machine. Did you know that some people actually have a laundress? Yes. It’s amazing.
I tire of this bright world. We need some time floating down the river. It’s time to plan a tubing expedition.