There are several celebrations that return every year that once could look forward to, except there's nothing to include one in.
Sportive: Opening day at the Park.
Quasi-religious: Thanksgiving.
Nationalist: July Fourth.
Chocolate: Valentine's.
Important: Saint Swithin's Day.
Ethnic: Passover.
Eighty percent of those events mean absolutely nothing to me. Acid indigestion. The one that should mean acid indigestion, doesn't.
Perhaps the key factor is that I am not there. All those celebrations are infinitely better for my absence. The only reason to have included me is deceased people.
One can understand no-one paying attention on National Donut Day (First Friday of June: 06/07/2019) and Hello Kitty At the Ballpark (usually sometime in mid-summer). We're supposed to be no gluten and fat-free here in SF, and those holidays don't suggest that at all.
Pity about July 15, though.
Chaussons aux pommes.
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