Monday, May 5, 2008

Måned-dag

I'm not a huge fan of holidays. As a general rule, I think that any government, religious or Hallmark mandated holiday is packed with unreasonable expectations and fraught with danger. Of course, those expectations are usually mine and the danger comes when my mind is not read.

So, I try my best take them off the table. But I do love made up holidays.

And, Husband, as with most of my ideas that are not illegal, immoral or hideously expensive, indulges me.

So a few months ago, in the early days of March, the weather here was a little dreary and I decided we needed a holiday. So, we agreed on month-aversaries---Every month on the 16th, we would have a little celebration.

When he told another recently married colleague at his work why he was leaving a bit early for the March month-aversary, that colleague said "Watch out man, you're traveling on a slippery slope..."

I think that comment frightened Husband a bit, so he announced he has only bought into this holiday schedule for a year. After that, it will be on a case-by-case basis. So, we'll see how it goes, but it's all okay with me....

For the etymologists out there, yes, quite possibly the correct term would be mensis-aversary or some such, but I just can't do it. (I have a general aversion to the fact that using the word mensis in conjunction with our -versary would only conjure up thoughts of feminine products. I just can't do it...)

And in Norwegian, I think the construction would be something like måned-dag, but I can't pronounce that yet, so monthaversary it will be for the foreseeable future...

So thus far

February 16th
We ate cake




March 16th
We went skiing



April 16th
We ate Italian food and Husband got me a flower that I have been able to keep alive thus far.




May 16th
We're traveling again, but this time, it's in search of a traditional smorgasbord or perhaps some oddly shaped glasses.

2 comments:

Anne Stesney said...

Great idea. I wonder if it's too late to talk Fred into doing this. But then, this is the guy who when I asked him if he got me a wedding gift, he said, "Yeah. Me."

Elizabeth said...

I suspect Husband and Fred would get along well.

When Husband and I were engaged, I asked him where we were going for our honeymoon.

Without even a hint of irony he said "Norway."