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The week rolls around much too fast, affirming my belief that calendars are a bad invention.
Trying hard to satisfy the boy’s curiosity about dates and calendars and how it all works, and not actually knowing much about it myself, I was trying to explain that the calendar we currently used was something invented and based around Jesus, and that there were actually more then 2000 some odd years to existence, and basically lowering myself into an intellectual hole that I was digging and knew I wouldn’t be able to climb out of, when suddenly the boy said, “Was Jesus on the cover of the first calendar, because it sounds kind of important, so there must have been a good action pose on every page.”
Trees are simply nature making a better calendar.
Juan lived in a world where his computer and desktop planner insisted he accept the constructs “Saturday” and “February 16, 2008,” but for a brief and wonderful time that morning while he sipped his coffee and sat on the back porch smelling the new day, it was “the day a V of loudly honking Canadian geese winged northward” and that was all the calendar he needed to know.
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