Being as I am essentially secular - that is, aware of the ecclesiastical calendar but not tied to it in any way that affects my behaviour beyond visiting people to eat lamb on Easter day, I find it hard to know where I am in the year, in the month, in the week, even with the aid of the calendar in the bottom right corner of my screen. The fact that I don’t go out much anyway, let alone in lockdown, means that normal calendrical markers, such as the range of products available at the seasonal shop on the corner are not there for me to see.
Crap lockdown first of March is come and gone already and we totally forgot our red and white wristbands. So here we are… one year on and entering March without the мартеница / Mărțișor / Μάρτης. I don’t even know if we had red threads in the house. Apparently some of the girls’ classmates are appearing in their teleschooling windows dressed in their carnival outfits. So that means the triodion has started as well. As long as we don't let tsiknopempti sail by without marking it, everything is going to be ok.
Καλό μήνα.
Happy March to Balkan friends.
