In spite of the "Bleh" that seems to take residence in my body this week, I decided to attend the May Day festival held in the park. This meant that in order for me to attend, I had to get up before "Oh God Thirty" this morning. Unless it's me driving to Pennsic back when I only attended for one week, "before Oh God Thirty" doesn't even exist in my vocabulary.
I was up and I was mobile. There is no use trying to engage me with intelligent conversation at that hour of the morning. I know lots of people who require at least 2-4 cups of coffee before activating their brains at that time of day. Unfortunately, I'm not one of those people. I can't stand the taste of coffee and I have an adverse reaction to caffeine. Lucky me.
After bundling up real warmly — including scarf and gloves — Keith and I made the trek to the park. I found it amazing how many houses had lights on at that hour, and yet I could not see any movement inside or outside of the domiciles. College kids. What? Do they think that electricity grows on trees?!?
(You know you're getting old when that thought crosses your brain.)
Although we had been attending the May Day festival for a number of years, I think this was the first that we made it in perfect time this year. Not to many spectators had arrived yet so we were able to get a pretty good spot to see the Morris Dancing troops perform front and center.
As the sun rose over the horizon, the show began. There were 5 Morris Dancing troops performing in a wide array of styles. Each troop got to perform one routine, then came the May Day sing-a-long, followed by some tasty cakes for the small crowd to enjoy. Next was the Mummer's Play, which often takes on a slight political vent all-the-while being quite humorous. This year it was about a King who was often ill and horded all the medicine, denying free health care to his people. Afterwards, each Morris troop did another set and the festival ended with people from the crowd dancing around the Maypole. All-in-all it lasts about an hour.
In prior years we would then rush home to get ready and dash off to work. And every year the sun would be shining brightly, the sky would be an excellent shade of blue, and the air would have the warmth of spring — just the right conditions upon which I would say to myself, "I really don't want to go to work today."
So back in January, when we were choosing vacation time, I marked May 1st as a day off — and promptly forgot about it until yesterday when my boss told me to "have a good day off tomorrow."
Doesn't it just figure that today the sun is shining, the sky is an excellent shade of blue, the air isn't exactly the perfect temperature — although it should get better later day — and I'm suffering from the "Bleh". (I think I'll coin that as a medical term.) Which, when you come right down to it, means that is the perfect day to relax and my body whole-heartedly agrees.
Happy May Day everyone!