I don’t begrudge picnics and parties today, but my teeth are set very much on edge by seeing HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY all over the place. It is not a happy day, even if you are trying to sell me something. Most baffling are images on blogs and so forth of flags set in graveyard earth, with HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY written across them. Have we no other mood of national reflection than joy?
Not to say I refuse to be happy today at all, but I am spending at least some time thinking of Roselle, as always, and though I have happy thoughts about her, I am not happy that today is the day to think them.