Happy May Day

Happy May Day to my readers. Here in the middle of nowhere kids make May Day baskets from paper cups and pipe cleaners decorated with markers filled with candy and sometimes popcorn. Kids set the baskets on their friends' doorsteps knock or ring the doorbell and run away. If the receiver catches you, they kiss you. In the kid world, kisses from anyone who is not family is repulsive. The guy from Florida never heard of our May Day tradition, he said it must be a Midwest thing. Adults do not really celebrate May Day like kids do. I miss it. In college, I left candy baskets made from folded notebook paper for my friends. I asked about their baskets later so they knew it was from me. No kisses for me. My Thai roommate was so happy to receive hers. I always included her in my holiday gifts. I thought it rude and insensitive to exclude her just because she was not an American. Apparently, I was her only roommate that did that for her. I know I'm one of a kind. Most people prefer me that way. Post later. Bye!