Leap Day

I looked it up this morning. I have lived through 16 leap days in my life thus far. It has become a tradition in the last few February 29th’s for me to go skiing. In my mind, I could swear that Ted and I skied at MaryJane on 02/29/2016, but beyond a faint memory (or maybe even a conjured memory), I have no proof. On 02/29/2000, I skied a beautiful day with the Hamill’s – others might have been there too, but since memory isn’t always my strong suit, I can at least verify through pictures that I was indeed with Lucia and EJ.

This year, 02/29/2024, I skied with my friend Judy. Side story: We call her Mary sometimes when we ski and she is being absurd. She got that name some 20 or so years ago when she was skiing on a pair of rentals that had a sticker on them with the name Mary on it. She did some wacky things that day, so we said that she must be incorporating the previous skier’s presence – Mary – into her skiing. Since then, when she does something like ski down to where I am stopped and she also stops, but for some unexplainable reason, becomes unbalanced and falls over while not even moving – more common that you would think for it to happen to any skier – we just say it is Mary. While EJ and Lucia were not in attendance for this leap day, one of their offspring and her hubby was. We didn’t get coordinated so as to ski with them – it is hard as cell phone reception is spotty on the mountain, but we did meet up for a beer and to catch up on their lives. It was another beautiful leap day with peeps I love.

I cannot say that I had put words to what 2/29 had become to me, I just knew that it was becoming a day that I wanted to commemorate with people and activity that I love. I came home and was happily exhausted. It wasn’t until the early morning hours this morning that I heard an explanation on Instagram that made complete sense to me. I love those Aha moments where you read or hear something that feels so true and right, that you feel that you must have felt that all along and was overjoyed to have someone rearrange what had been jumbled in your own mind into something that is now so very clear.

The instagram story was from Lara and in it she said:

“Today is the 29th of Feb.
This day comes once in four years and it makes me feel like it’s gathered time, because it is!
For some reason we’ve structured time in this way, where we need to collect the overflow every four years.
It’s silly, but it’s special.
It makes me think of the little moments I might’ve missed in the past four years.
The special ones that deserved more of me; more of my attention.
Those little moments that escaped.
This year my dad isn’t around for this though.
He doesn’t get to make his collection.
Who knew four years ago would be the last time he got that ‘bonus’ day.
The best kind of bonus.
A bonus paid in time.
I’d give anything for a bonus day… hour… or even minute with dad again.
But death is the one thing that won’t pass.
And instead I’m thinking of how to use this day in a way I will remember, or at least be satisfied with.
I guess that’s what it means to lose someone you love so much.
Extra time is a burden as much as a blessing.
We’ll never be able to share any more of it… of time.
This might be a leap day, but I’ll be strolling slowly through it.” Larika Mallier

Here is the link to the post if you would like to hear it in her own voice with the beautiful array of snapshots accompanying it.


I love the thought of 2/29 being an overflow day. A life lived so full that every four years, you get an extra day for special moment to bubble over into. Her words had me also reflecting on if my attention had faltered to grasp or notice the magic, miracles and synchronicities sometimes and therefore I needed the extra day to catch up on those missed moments. It was like waking up to a banquet of morning thoughts and emotions that I got to feast on. Oh, how I love when something or someone gives you something to chew on that satisfies all the emotional tastes. Thank you Lara for that.

I pay for my hosting, site name and all other fees for this blog every three years (the least expensive option), and once again I have been pondering if this is something I should continue with. The conversations in my head weigh in all kinds of talk from both sides of my brain, but it is days like La’s post that makes me want to continue. If, like her, I can make people laugh, think or even cry every now and again, then besides being a spot for me to lock in stories that I may likely forget as I age, then it is worth it. Hey, I think I just recognized one of the little moments of clear vision that will bubble into the next leap day. And so the 02/29 cup begins to fill for 2028.



2 thoughts on “Leap Day

  1. Ok-you know me…late to the party. However, please, please keep this going!! Your insights are always welcome, indeed you give us something to chew on! Often times laughter, which we all need more of, and just as often something good that we all need to pass along. Love you more my friend!!

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