Valentine’s Day is not normally celebrated in our home. My sweetheart’s birthday is the day before, and she has taken against the holiday for stealing her thunder. Also–it is kind of another heinous, over-commercialized American holiday made up originally by Chaucer and his group of courtly love fans, then hijacked by the purveyors of roses and chocolates, and (of course) by elementary school teachers of the 1950s. But letting go of old grievance, and allowing the milk of gratitude to flow freely, is somewhat in keeping with the spirit of the day.
If I was in the practice of sending valentines, it would be helpful to make up a list of recipients. If not an actual red heart die-cut from vellum, I send out my best wishes and fond affection in no particular order to:
- Cuba–for your way with coffee and with pork, with music and classic American automobiles.
- Robot Monopoly token. In sympathy–you are an excellent robot, and the cat token adopted instead of you is a very ordinary cat. Damn internet surveys.
- EAS hackers–someone has to have the courage to warn us about the zombie apocalypse. Officialdom would sit on the news until it was too late.
- All the Westminster Dog Show runners-up. Who’s a good dog? Who’s a good dog? You are.
- Makers of chocolate, not of chocolates. Dark as midnight–sweet and bitter–silky. Oh yeah.
- Canada–for being an example to us all in letting go of the penny.
- People who make things with their hands.
- Apple pie
- Everyone taking a vacation from Facebook. You’ve earned it.
- All my readers who write back, even though I’m lame about acknowledging them.
- Google maps. I never have to figure out how to fold them back up.
- Emergency services volunteers
- Waiters, waitresses, baristas, barmaids and all who deliver food and drink. Muchos gracias!
Not a complete list by a long stretch. Stretch it out a little in a comment below.