Most people refer to this day as Leap Day, and this year as Leap Year. I prefer to think of it as Joker Day. A passage from the Solitaire Mystery:
‘The year has fifty-two weeks, so each week is represented by one of the cards in the page’…Seven multiplied by fifty-two…is 364. ‘Exactly. But the year has 365 days. The day which is left over we call Joker Day. It belongs to no month and no week either. It is an extra day, a day when anything can happen. Every four years we have two such Joker Days…the fifty-two weeks–or ‘the cards’, as I call them–are also divided into thirteen months, each of twenty-eight days, because thirteen multiplied by twenty-eight is also 364. The first month is Ace, and the last month is King. Then there is an interval of four years between every two Joker Days. It begins wit hthe year of the dimands, followed by the year of the clubs, then hearts and finally spades. In this way all the cards have their own week and month…the year is also divided into four seasons–diamnds during the spring, clubs in the summer, hearts in the autumn, and spades in the winter. The first week of the year is the Ace of Diamonds, and all the rest of the diamonds follow. The summer begins with the Ace of Clubs and the autumn with the Ace of Hearts. The winter commences with the Ace of Spades, and the last week in the year is the King of Spades…every card was given its own week and month, so I could keep track of the days of the year. Every single year has been in one of the cards’ signs. My first year on the island was given the name the Ace of Diamonds. Then it was the Two of Diamonds–and thereafter all the other cards followed in order like the fifty-two weeks.
Yes, the calendar can be explained through cards. In this book as well, all the cards have personalities of sorts. I think it’s possible to actually assign yourself the card that you are.
I am a Joker. Described in the book as the one “who sees too deeply and too much”. Who describes himself as “not as clear-cut as the others…I am neither King nor Jack, nor am I diamond, club, heart, or spade.”
We are the ones who question our existence, see the world not at face value as others do. We are troubled with the questions of the world and universe, and search for answers. But our searching always begins with the question “There’s something I don’t understand.”
I’ve been thinking a lot about the word “misfit” lately. It always seemed like an impish word, the little trouble-maker but in a good-fun sense. But then I broke down the word etymologically, and it becomes a bit more sinister:
a person who is not suited or is unable to adjust to the circumstances of his or her particular situation
I relish my joker status, my misfit self. I accept that I can’t adjust to everything around me without question, with full-understanding.
So today, in this odd extra day, I sit, and smoke, and think. And reach for my jingly hat so that the cards can hear me coming.