hebditty memories

Its a hebditty day.

You know, HB-DTY, HB-DTY, HB-DDK, HB-DTY. Hebditty.

Okay, maybe it does take a little explanation, so here goes.

I found a blogger who reports that any date (except February 29th) will fall on the same day of the week 4 times in 28 years, although not evenly spaced. For example, June 21st will occur on a Saturday in 2014, 2025, 2031 and 2036.

Now, I have not taken the time to determine whether this is true, and I don't recall it happening before, though it could have, but today is Eldest's b-day, and its the first time I recall it falling on the same day of the week as it was in year zero.

How do I remember you might ask.

Well, I remember the day clearly because I started law school in February that year with just two of us.

W and I had absolutely no thought of any possibility that we might become three.

In fact, I had irreversably QUIT MY JOB.

We had irreversably RENTED OUR HOUSE to strangers.

We had PACKED UP EVERYTHING WE OWNED into a you haul and MOVED to Jerusalem on the Brazos.

I had already even bought my books, paid my tuition and started attending classes.

Then, and only then, Eldest appeared on the radar (well, the sonar I guess to be most accurate). Those were heady days.

To cut to the chase, nine months later, at the end of my first year and two days before final exams (you saw Paperchase, right?) Eldest arrived. Of course, her arrival was punctuated by several hours of "hee hee whoo whoo" and wife coached husband coached childbirth ("don't do three hees, do two, etc.).

Always empathetic, Eldest immediately suggested that studying for exams at the hospital was okay, and most certainly prudent under the circumstances, especially if I intended to fund the higher education in the years to come.

So while W (sporting full makeup, freshly coifed doo, a brand new silky dressing gown and sparkily jewelry) and her mother (the other grandmother) held court for woman after woman who fanned through to hear all the gory details, I sat quietly in the corner.

My three day beard and "nose-in-the-book" presence was hardly noticed, though Eldest did enjoy it when I read aloud from Prosser and Keeton on Torts.

Even now, Eldest speaks fondly of the time we spent jointly considering the esoteric nuances between proximate and producing cause.

As a side note, I didn't sleep again for several days, and have a decent recollection of the little green men who were following me around that week to prove it. Ha.

Anyway, that's what hebditty is all about, so you can sing with me now: HB-DTY, HB-DTY, HB-DDK, HB-DTY.

Da