May Daze Maze: A full, event-ful calendar.

Well, Informed: Well, I am now, at least. Up-to-the-minute, as they say. After being rudely detoured (which detour isn't received this way?) by my casting director, who was called upon, to assist me in prepping the post which was to pay proper tribute to my small team of little all stars, I was assigned to. Small, measured by the number of players on what's called a short roster of prospective players, the ones that might, on any given day, show up, and if they all do at once, will give me and my assistant coach the requisite number of bawlers (as in "I'd rather play first base!") to fill out the field, of play. Little, at least when compared to their counter-parts that followed them in the "Opening Day Parade" -- the latter simply listed as "majors" (they're actually, to be technical, still all minors, by legal standards). All stars, according to their parents, at least...time will tell, as the saying goes (just in case, I'm getting each and every autograph, can you imagine the accumulated value if they make it to the "big leagues?"). In any case, I was re-directed by my casting director, that...

First and for most: That, in order to pay proper tribute, I had to go in order. That prior to deftly tipping our hats (a slick, quick gesture in baseball, to acknowledge a tribute from fans), there is yet another date set aside for us to mark together. This, after I've already paraded a dizzying array of dates, right here, before your eyes, as a proper reminder...if you, like me, want to be in the know, as in a "Gregorian chanter" -- one that has eschewed the Julian calendar to be out of date, to have not been fooled on April 1st, by that Tom Foolery dude, once again. To have enjoyed the extra day granted in February, only to lose an hour...of sleep on DST Day. To have been cautionary on the Ides, on behalf of Julius, only to turn around a month later and pay back what was due Caesar, in so-called good company. As it turns out, as in an update, to be fully up-to-date, following the Spring Equinox, and just a few weeks after, an almost total eclipse here ("Totally!" just due south, of Toledo-ish) placed mid-way, as in in between these and the June Summer Solstice, we had to go through May...1st. It's called "May Day" for a reason. Speaking of calling for...

Thrice, is nice: As in I'll say it again and one more time to embed it into your STM...a shortened form at that..."Mayday, mayday, mayday!" Said enough times, with the right in-flection, volume, your location might be located by other pilots and grounds crew alike. At least since the early 1920's when Frederick Stanley first uttered it, in distress. As we pay tribute to Mr. Stanley, raising your thermos, no doubt, please be aware, being now fully informed, that it has little to nothing to do with the first, of May. That it is simply the phonetic equivalent of m'aidez ("help me"). Don't say I didn't tell you...

But wait, there's more: As in (Willie) May-zing days, yet to come. Prep for a return visit, while my casting director and I fill out the roster.