Friday, February 02, 2007
The End of Things
My friend Hank used to say that February was the shortest month that lasted the longest -- of course, he died on the last day of it, on the heels of Mr. Rogers. He, I suspect, would have appreciated the irony. First off, February has the dreaded Valentine's day and while I appreciate hearts, especially bloody ones, and the color red, I do not like the holiday itself. It is, in a word, evil. It's cold as all billy hell here in Detroit. But there's something about the bleakness that I can't help but enjoy. I like the end of things. That's usually when they get my attention, when everyone else is in the process of bailing out of the boat.
One of my favorite childhood memories was practicing for A Christmas Carol -- shock, surprise, I was the ghost of Christmas past. We practiced in an unheated church basement and when the miserable conditions were revealed, many parents pulled their children out of the production. We didn't even have enough for all the ghosts, much less Scrooge! I remember our very last rehearsal; the show must go on spirit had left, like a raft that had been pricked with a pin and we sat around eating bologna on Wonder Bread. It was cold and lonely, something that Dickens might have been proud to write had he lived in Texas in the 1980s. I munched along happily -- I'd hung in until the bitter end! There weren't many of us, but hey, I was still standing, ready to rattle my chains and tell everyone how it had been. There's something about that last gasp, the faithful survivors. What can I say? Spring is my very least favorite season. Of course, I was born in the month of May.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I have the heart of a young boy in a jar by my desk." Stephen King
Drinking movie suggestion: Carrie
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Friday, dear ones!
67 days until The Sopranos airs!