Our calendar tells us exactly –
Which day the moon will appear in full dress,
Which day our rural mail carrier is not going to make his run,
When we should be looking for the Easter Rabbit,
How early Spring plans to arrive this year,
When we can dig out the firecrackers and leaf after leaf after leaf of other important square little reminders!
But yesterday, early in the morning, this same calendar clearly directed us to drive forty eight miles to show up promptly at 10:30am, for an appointment that had been cancelled a month ago and rescheduled for July the second.
Stupid calendar!