Saturday, May 24, 2008
They Make Us Look Creepy
Here's another excerpt from Second Day Reported, my memoir in progress. Some of this material I first tried out on the blog, so please forgive any repetitions. I hope everyone will be watching the Detroit Pistons beat the Celtics tonight. The announcers, fair weather friends, have gone from singing the praises of the Celtics to talking about how they probably won't win in Detroit because the Palace is such a hard place to play given the hostility and force of the Detroit fans. Ha!
I loved to bury my dolls in the backyard. I'd make little paper tombstones for them until Mother got onto me, telling me there wasn't enough money to buy new dolls so I needed to dig the old ones out of their shallow graves and give them baths. "And get rid of the tombstones. They make us look creepy," she added. So I tried to convince my sister to pretend like her rat doll dressed in overalls named Missy had died of spinal meningitis. Beth cried, and I wasn't winning any mental health awards so I had to give that up as well.
A lot of people feared my mother because of all the snakes and spiders she handled and some people thought she might be an actual witch. Despite this fact, she cared deeply about appearances. "Don't act disturbed," she'd say. "And try and stay neat. You could be so pretty if . . . " That blank could be filled in with damn near anything. And "Are you trying to make yourself look bad?" Sometimes, I confess, I was. Beauty, like so many things, doesn't matter when you have some modicum of it and don't understand the power of it. Not until it starts to wane does one know how to use it. Up until a certain point, the way I looked used me.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"You don't paddle against the current, you paddle with it. And if you get good at it, you throw away the oars." Kris Kristofferson
Drinking game suggestion: If your team lost to another wicked vile team in the Playoffs, start watching the Pistons. The underdog is always cool, yes?
Benedictions and Maledictions