celebrationToday is reportedly National Nothing Day, where this un-event  celebration is supposed to inspire us to do nothing. Like that would go over well with our bosses, our kids, and our pets. “Nope, I’m here, Boss, but I’m not working out of respect for National Nothing Day.” “Fix dinner or put food in your bowl? Nope. Not today. Wait until tomorrow.”

What national holiday would you start if you could? Chocolate Anything Day? No Stress At All Day? To jump-start your creativity, you may want to note that Winnie the Pooh Day is January 18. International Sweatpants Day is January 21. In honor of atypical celebration and appreciation days that bring a chuckle, I decided to share again about my untimely experiences in missing key celebration days.

Clean Out Your Inbox Week?

I just realized that I missed Bald Eagle Appreciation Days, this past January 21-22 weekend. This morning before work, I rushed to Safeway to pick up majorly-on-sale 69¢ a pound whole chickens—limit 4. When I couldn’t find any whole chickens in the cooler and no sale signs, I checked with a grocery worker in the dairy section who was wildly cramming yogurt cartons onto the shelf. She paged Fred, the butcher. Uh-oh. I hate bothering those butchers with their mambo knives.

Fred lumbered out of the cold storage area and gave me a cold stare when I asked about the cheap chickens. “That was a three-day sale special this past weekend.” Sigh. Again, I missed the event, or the deal, or the boat. Or, maybe I just missed out on saving two bucks on a scrawny frozen hen.

But hey, I’m on top of this one: January 23-27—Clean Out Your Inbox Week. Great. Should I really confess how many emails I have jammed in my cyber mailbox? Um. 1,345 with 358 unread (I think most of those are ads for 69¢ a pound whole chickens).

The good news, it’s also National Handwriting Analysis Week (January 22-28). Yay! Oh, I can’t read my scrawled notes on how to celebrate this. Sigh. Maybe I can participate in the International Hoof Care Week going on right now. One never knows how many Siberian musk ox or Mongolian yaks need a good mani-pedi.

A Right Time for Everything

Really ancient President, er, King Solomon advised us that “There’s an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything . . .” (Ecclesiastes 3:1, The Message). So instead of belittling myself for missing a salute to the bald eagles or missing the poultry purchase pandemonium, I am choosing to cut my losses and look ahead. I’m sure you are learning to make these same kinds of brave choices.

And look, there is something we can celebrate together soon (unless of course you have certain dietary restrictions). January 29-February 4 is Meat Week. I’m there! Look out you full-priced whole chickens. There is a right time for everything.

P.S. For another humorous perspective on living and celebrating life, here’s my fun post, Spill the Beans (you know you want to).