February 29. It only comes around every four years, and next time it does, I’ll be 73 (assuming all goes well between now and then).
I thought I’d look for post inspiration by seeing what historical events the day has on offer, and–in checking Wikipedia (so sue me)–the first thing that came up was this:
1,136 years ago. Wow.
Now I spent quite a bit of time, a couple of years ago, trying to find an appropriate name for my new Great Pyrenees puppy. I finally settled on “Odo,” after discovering St Odo of Urgell, a Catholic saint from the region who died in 1122.
But, apparently, there are other, even earlier, “Odos.” And today I celebrate them too.
Meanwhile, here’s my Odo:
And, a classic for all time:
Not the last horrible mess he’s ever made. But I love him anyway.
Happy Leap Day 2024 everyone, to you all and to all those you love. Life’s horrible messes notwithstanding.
