Summer ends with Labor Day, starts with Memorial Day and in between there’s Independence Day. The calendar is full of such “Days”. Columbus Day, Pulaski Day, MLK Day, Presidents’ Day, Valentine’s Day, St. Pat’s Day, to say nothing of varied and various religious “Days”. And Thanksgiving Day, not really a Day, a four-day forced march.
But, there’s a better holiday to celebrate: “Ordinary Day”.
It outshines all others because, like a true friend, Ordinary Day asks nothing of you but that you be yourself. No obligations, no expectations. And you can observe it whenever you like.
Pick some weekday, maybe a Thursday. Do what you always do. Wake when you always wake. If you grumble about going to work, fine, grumble. Put on the same clothes you always wear.
Ordinary Day tradition means you eat the same junk lunch. If you’re a husband, maybe celebrate Ordinary Day Eve by taking your wife to the North Shore restaurant where the usual server predicts your order on sight. Banter with this server as is your custom. Just smile when your wife rolls her eyes at this, her comfortingly familiar reaction to your acting like “her dad.”
At home, walk the dog on the same old path. Watch the same TV shows from exactly the same spot on the couch. Later, hop into bed at the same time and get sleepy to the same kind of book.
On days, when things are NOT ordinary, you’ll enjoy knowing that at least you have your own special holiday. Say to yourself—and anyone else who shares this knowledge: “Happy Ordinary Day! And many more.”