Here it’s called may. People don’t give a flying purple fish about any of that other stuff – well, except perhaps it’s the month before we get to celebrate our nation by blowing up a small part of it.
In a lot of ways, it’s like our names.
BUTCH: …Esmarelda Villalobos – is that Mexican?
ESMARELDA: The name is Spanish, but I’m Columbian.
BUTCH: It’s a very pretty name.
ESMARELDA: It means “Esmarelda of the wolves.”
BUTCH: That’s one {expletive omitted} of a name you got there, sister.
ESMARELDA: Thank you. And what is your name?
BUTCH: Butch.
ESMARELDA: Butch. What does it mean?
BUTCH: I’m an American, our names don’t mean {expletive omitted}.
Of course, ‘remembrance’ days have always kind of pissed me off – remember it now, to blazes with it the rest of the year… RIGHT. Were that a man could have Christmas in his heart all year-round.
Here in NH may is usually darker,drearier and more a time to stay indoors; consider it a late April… since the first half of April we still see freezing temps every night, and the latter half we have a 1 week hot spell making you think it was august… followed by what everyone else associates with April - perpetual overcast and a slow thaw typically right up through the first week of June.
May just serves as a reminder that the miserable steaming temperatures with absurd humidity is coming; and being I’m a miserable {expletive omitted} every time the temps break 65F don’t expect me to get all happy about it. You want me happy, see me in November.
Oh, and don’t forget allergy season.
