While I am normally not the type of person to embrace the multitude of silly and weird holidays that people tend to celebrate — Talk to Your Cat Day and such — I do make exception for days such as Talk Like a Pirate Day, which make normal, everyday encounters just plain fun. However, yesterday was the one strange holiday that I could get behind entirely. Or not at all. Stop bothering me.

While I am normally not the type of person to embrace the multitude of silly and weird holidays that people tend to celebrate — Talk to Your Cat Day and such — I do make exception for days such as Talk Like a Pirate Day, which make normal, everyday encounters just plain fun. However, yesterday was the one strange holiday that I could get behind entirely. Or not at all. Stop bothering me.


Yesterday was Curmudgeons Day, the day that encourages people to be grumpy and embrace their inner old man, complete with the waving of a stick and a chorus of "get off my lawn," if only for one day. It is the one day that I can be my normal, everyday self and have it excused as being "festive" or at least that’s how I justify it.


The people who know me best know that my default mode is cranky, with a "crankier" mode for those special occasions when nothing seems to be going right. As a child growing up watching Sesame Street, my favorite character was always Oscar the Grouch, if that says anything about my irritable, but good natured, demeanor.


On more than one occasion, I’ve been called a "cranky old man" despite my young age. While some might take that as an insult, I prefer to take it as a badge of honor. I am ahead of the game, preparing for the day when I truly am the stereotypical old man. Now would you please get off my lawn? Thanks.


The day encourages people to put on their grumpy face, turn that smile upside down, and be just a little cranky, even if just for a little while. Celebrations also include spending the day at home doing absolutely nothing at all. I am perfectly fine "celebrating" the day either way.


And there were plenty of things to feel grumpy about on a day like yesterday. It has been entirely too cold over the past few days; the bone-chilling wind kept me in recent nights; my nose is running and I think I might have a cold; and I stubbed my toe getting out of bed. Now I am feeling completely in the spirit of the holiday! Can I get a resounding bah, humbug!


While some people see irritability as a bad thing, I think it can have its good points. On a day like today (or in this case yesterday), when it is all for fun, it is good thing to just let it out and be cranky every once in a while, instead of holding onto it.



Happy birthday to Floyd Brewer of Sherman; Kris Youngblood and Jan Carter, both of Denison; Kenneth Charles Farrington of Gainesville; William Mayberry of Bloomington, Ind.; Kerry Edmonson of Mesquite; Sandra Miller and Gail Frosch, both of Savoy; Hazel Bracht of Bells; Rosie Pellman of Pottsboro; Sage Baker of Telephone; and Karen Shotwell.