Calendar

Saturday according to the Calendar of Debbie, versus, say, the Chinese calendar. Or the Gregorian calendar. 

 

My Saturday. For the Monday through Friday crowd, it is of course Monday, according to the calendar... which prompted me to seek the definition of calendar, because I’m weird. Or a nerd. Or I like words. The definition is kinda bizarre:

 

calendar [kal-uhn-der]

noun

1  a table or register with the days of each 

   month and week in a year:

   He marked the date on his calendar.

2  any of various systems of reckoning time,              

    especially with reference to the beginning,     

    length, and divisions of the year.

3  a list or register, especially one arranged 

    chronologically, as of appointments, work to       

    be done, or cases to be tried in a court.

4  a list, in the order to be considered, of bills, 

    resolutions, etc., brought before a legislative 

    body.

5  obsolete, a guide or example.

 

A calendar, for me personally, is #5, and serves as basically #3. Minus the ‘or cases to be tried in a court’. What the heck??? Why was that randomly thrown in the definition? Must’ve been an attorney writing definitions. (The Latin origin sheds a little light on some of the ambiguity, but of course.)

 

Side note: If your spelling sucks and you accidentally look up calender instead of calendar, confusion might ensue, briefly. Phonetically speaking, pronunciation is almost identical...Just sayin’, for an illiterate friend. (I then proceeded to look up illiterate...I’ll stop for now.)

 

All that to tell you this: It was a gorgeous day to be off work. We’ve had a foot of snow or more by now. Maggie, George W and I snuggled. And worked out in our living room. And then we snuggled some more. It’s a tough life, but someone’s gotta do it. 

 

(Btw, the Year of the Dog will soon be in our rear view mirror. Get ready for the Year of the Pig. Maggie Rose is just shaking her head.)