March 5,2019

Shrove Tuesday and I have nothing to say but I am saying it anyway. Shove, shrove, shovel whatever. It is that kind of days preceding Tuesday. The dear man fetched me from the airport on Saturday, March 2. A lovely drive on a sunny winter day. Eight hours later we had a long and steady snowfall. So there was plowing on Sunday and Monday.
Freed from clearing snow and feeling celebratory the dear man declared to our kids in 3 provinces and Mexico: Pancake day. Whereupon one son, with aviation interest, quipped, "Is that what happens when you fly your drones?"
Enough said. We did observe the ritual (his) for this Shrove Tuesday-squeezing sliced oranges on thin pancakes, sprinkle a little sugar and then rolling up the crepes for slicing into forkfuls. A little culture randomly observed by a pair of agnostics. Feels good.