OOOO ! Two chips on a piece of cheese!
When I heard myself exclaim such a ridiculous statement tonight, it cracked me up and I can't quite put my finger on why. Calorically it was a naughty. Metaphorically it was naughty, Categorically it wasn't naughty but WAS unusual, poetically, lyrically, grammatically, symbolically. Each one had a place in that moment in time when I said it. Inane, maybe, but I like that I laughed over it. And oh yeah, it tasted good.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Friday, March 06, 2009
Gray Flannel
This is the time of year that has always stirred in me the urge to roam. I’m sure some people look to the heart of winter as a time to hunker down and pull the covers over their heads and hide, but for me it was passed down through family birthright a need to travel. This was known as: The Road Trip.
Mom's birthday was Feb. 2, and so it seemed was always at this time of year there was some sort of a visit in store, if not for me to get away from my life for a while, then it was she trying to escape from winter doldrums. The phone would ring, we would small talk for a few minutes then get to the real purpose for the call “I need to get away, how ‘bout you?” and I remember the thrill of either hearing or being able to say “I’M READY!” I cannot think of an instance when that wasn’t the immediate answer from either of us.
I remember an ongoing suggestion that in honor of her birthday on ground-hog's day, wouldn't it be fun to go to Punxatawny, PA and see the real Phil being lifted from his hole. And she would howl in protest that the LAST place she wanted to be was in the bitter cold of an East Coast winter! And so would begin another adventure off into Tony Hillerman Navajo country, or out to Cayucos or New Cayama on the Central Coast, or Death Valley, or any other such destination.
The excuse for going was cloaked in the need for warmth, open spaces, the therapy of change of pace and perspective, but the real purpose was for the sake of being together. Looking back, it always seemed to correspond to this dreary time of year. Man it seems cold and gray today, I think I”ll go pull out a blanket.
Mom's birthday was Feb. 2, and so it seemed was always at this time of year there was some sort of a visit in store, if not for me to get away from my life for a while, then it was she trying to escape from winter doldrums. The phone would ring, we would small talk for a few minutes then get to the real purpose for the call “I need to get away, how ‘bout you?” and I remember the thrill of either hearing or being able to say “I’M READY!” I cannot think of an instance when that wasn’t the immediate answer from either of us.
I remember an ongoing suggestion that in honor of her birthday on ground-hog's day, wouldn't it be fun to go to Punxatawny, PA and see the real Phil being lifted from his hole. And she would howl in protest that the LAST place she wanted to be was in the bitter cold of an East Coast winter! And so would begin another adventure off into Tony Hillerman Navajo country, or out to Cayucos or New Cayama on the Central Coast, or Death Valley, or any other such destination.
The excuse for going was cloaked in the need for warmth, open spaces, the therapy of change of pace and perspective, but the real purpose was for the sake of being together. Looking back, it always seemed to correspond to this dreary time of year. Man it seems cold and gray today, I think I”ll go pull out a blanket.
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