It's the "happiest day of the year"



Let your pedicure be the only blue thing about you

“Feeling good today? You are not alone. It’s August 11, which is, except Christmastime, the happiest day of the year in this country. Or at least the day with the lowest rate of depression, according to Google searches,” New York Times, Sunday August 11, 2013  

I woke up a bit melancholic wondering where the hell this summer has gone. I have only been to my pool and tennis club three times this summer, and none of them to linger by the pool. Two weeks from tomorrow my younger son starts his senior year of high school. Two weeks from tomorrow I have to retrieve my older son from his-best-summer-job-ever on Martha’s Vineyard. Five days later he goes back to college. My summer pedicure is receding.

But then I read in the New York Times, so it must be true, that today is the happiest day of the year. It’s never too late to start your day over, as they say, so I got right on it.

I got my hair done at the Dry Bar and I had a manicure, deeply engaged in The New Yorker during each pampering service.  The Rogers Cup men’s finals starts at 3 p.m.; the Nationals at 5 p.m.; and rejoice, oh rejoice, Mr. Walter White returns to our living rooms at 9:00 p.m.  Could Google have known that our happiness would coincide with the “final episodes” of Breaking Bad? No. Coincidence, I think not.

Summer’s not over. Technically there are six weeks left. Freshen up your pedicure and go lie by the pool and read War and Peace, for one of my more demanding book clubs. Really, I’d hire you to read it for me.

Check back with me February 27^th, the day with the highest depression rate. Start planning now.