10/01/11
My very, very dearest friends, and ever-loyal readers, please allow me to wellcome you to the first day of October; a time when ( except, of course, in Florida ), the first hints of cooler weather are upon us. Jackets, and coats, are brought out of storage in preparation of Winter.
It is a restful time, before the hoilidays begin to crank up, and before everyone seems--despite this failing economy--falls into the generalized 'zanniness' that now seem so fully intrenched in our culture.
How can it be that Hallowe'en; Thanksgiving; and, Christmas, already pack our stores, until, frankly, they all just run together into a kind of ,' Halgivemas' ?
I guess there is a plane, somewhere, in an alternative dimension, in which ghosts, turkeys, and reindeer all frolic in a time/space continuum from July, until after January 1st.
And while some glady embrase 'Black Friday', and in some kind of adrenanlin rush, glory in the thought of the 'kill', the sight of the ; kill', and of, dragging home what's left of the 'kill', home, only to wrap it all late on Christmas Eve.
When I was younger, more flexible, definitlely more durable, AND working, and could still drive a car, I still tended to be among the flourescently-lit zombies, scurrying about a store at ten o'clock, Christmas Eve, looking for something....anything that might vaguely pass as a present.
So, one year, I decided to be among the fleet of foot, and shop the day AFTER Christmas, hoping to pick up bargains amid the rubble that the stores had become. It just happened, that, that night at work, I took an HUGE fall, cutting my knee, and getting asphalt in my beard, necessitating a trip to the E.R., which--then--I swore--if even I were dying, I would never go into an hospital's E.R.the morning after Christmas.
The placed was packed, and NOBODY knew how to cover their mouthes when they coughed or sneezed; across from my freezing cubicle ( it being thought that sub-zero cold would inhibit the spread of germs ( which it didn't), was a locked security room occupied by a young man, so violent, and out of his mind on drugs, that the police actually delivered to him a pizza, to try to calm him down. That is absolute truth, my friends.
As were surly and indifferent staff members pissed at having to work the holiday, a triage nurse who was sicker than many of the patients. ( and, I may again utter truth, that in my entire adult life, I have NEVER seen a triage nurse who wasn't ill; these--and others--are the ones, BTW, who tend to come down with Lupus, as their immune systems are shot, having been constantly bombarded by germs and viruses ), and, a wandering E.R. physician, who's name tag translated to 'bitch'; when I had showed her my torn trousers and bleeding leg, and asked--perhaps--whether an x-ray might be in order, turned to me and said, "Well...you're walking on it, aren't you ?"
They then put a cervical collar on me...upside down, I might add, and sent me packing back to work.
Now, my dearest friends, I was much younger, and stupid in those days; it in fact might well be argued that today, I am older, and still stupid.
So, come the end of an awful shift, wherein I hurt in a bazillion places, did I just give up and go home ? No..of course not; I was determined to go 'after Christmas Christmas shopping'. And actually went to a couple of stores, leaning heavily on my cart, as I carefully tried to navagate store aisles that were strewn with merchandise.
Nothing was in any shape or order, stuff was thrown everywhere, on racks, on shelves, and on each other; you literally had to dig to find something, anything that was left over...but so marked down, it was irresitable. I filled my cart with a metric ton of stuff, bought with hardly any rhyme nor reason to it, only vaguely thinking for whom it was to be for.
While I dawdled, wading through mountains of dreck, and older woman, who looked as though she had been weened on a pickle, kept running her cart into my ankles, as if trying to bump me out of the way. After one stare from me, one dirty look, one, "hey lady !", and one, "stop it, dammit !", I gave a gargantuan bump back with my rear end, and sent her into the, 'everything's a nickle' pile.
Oh, I managed to get quite a lot of stuff, but then had to keep it in bags in my bedroom, until I decided to wrap everything in July, and then--finaly--maile everything off the first week in November, I vowed upon the grave of J. C. Penny, that I would never, never, never, never, EVER, shop again that early.
And, after the pure debacle that was last Christmas, when I still overspent myself, but this time ( since I can't drive ), with catalogues, instead. Since few of my acquiantances failed to muster 1/1,000,000 th the reaction anywhere equal to my anticipation, and longs hours of choosing just the 'right' thing, this year...with the blessings of Emily Post, I shall be sending out $25.00 checks...let's face it, I'm on SSDI, after all. I WILL try, I hope, to write a little, individual sentiment in every Christmas card I write.
Geez...no crowded stores, no lack of places to park, no blaring carols, or flashing lights, no screaming kids, nor screaming adults, for that matter, no traffic, no honking, or being cursed at, no surly salespersons, no mad rushs, no..."Oh damn, looks like I'm gonna half to go to the Mall."
I can enjoy a most pleasant, relaxing, and more meaningful holiday season safely tucked away at home with Daisy, the 'best-dog-on-the-planet'. I can put up my little tree ( which is already fully decorated, thank you), put on my Christmas jammies with the redi and white piping at the collar, cuffs, and ankles, sing to Daisy, maybe listen to a few, old favorite hymn, treat myself and the 'Daister' to a nice dinner, and few rare 'eatables' during the evening, if they be only the small, assorted flavor milkbone dog biscuits for Daisy, and possibly, the biggest bowl I have in the house full of ice cream, or even, just cereal; it will be the greatest holiday ever !
I'll stay up as late as I want, and go to bed, with all the little Christmas lights on, which actually, seem more beautiful, without glasses on, and then, with Dais on the carpet by my bed, consider, and give thanks for the real reason for the holiday, take a sleeping pill, and then conk out, until whenever I feel like getting up !
Same with New Year's.
Same with Epiphany.
And, having given thanks, will sincerely try to go to bed happy, and wake up happy !
So, to all my dearest friends here at MDJunction; you who have made such a positive impact on my life, and to whom I am ever grateful for your friendship, and kind readership, please allow me to wish you first, an happy 1st of October, a day of wonders, 'pain-free' and happy, and, nights of blissful, restorative sleep, gently quiet, without distress of any kind, and, as always, kept safe by ministering angels.
Love,
'Zahc'/Charles
My very, very dearest friends, and ever-loyal readers, please allow me to wellcome you to the first day of October; a time when ( except, of course, in Florida ), the first hints of cooler weather are upon us. Jackets, and coats, are brought out of storage in preparation of Winter.
It is a restful time, before the hoilidays begin to crank up, and before everyone seems--despite this failing economy--falls into the generalized 'zanniness' that now seem so fully intrenched in our culture.
How can it be that Hallowe'en; Thanksgiving; and, Christmas, already pack our stores, until, frankly, they all just run together into a kind of ,' Halgivemas' ?
I guess there is a plane, somewhere, in an alternative dimension, in which ghosts, turkeys, and reindeer all frolic in a time/space continuum from July, until after January 1st.
And while some glady embrase 'Black Friday', and in some kind of adrenanlin rush, glory in the thought of the 'kill', the sight of the ; kill', and of, dragging home what's left of the 'kill', home, only to wrap it all late on Christmas Eve.
When I was younger, more flexible, definitlely more durable, AND working, and could still drive a car, I still tended to be among the flourescently-lit zombies, scurrying about a store at ten o'clock, Christmas Eve, looking for something....anything that might vaguely pass as a present.
So, one year, I decided to be among the fleet of foot, and shop the day AFTER Christmas, hoping to pick up bargains amid the rubble that the stores had become. It just happened, that, that night at work, I took an HUGE fall, cutting my knee, and getting asphalt in my beard, necessitating a trip to the E.R., which--then--I swore--if even I were dying, I would never go into an hospital's E.R.the morning after Christmas.
The placed was packed, and NOBODY knew how to cover their mouthes when they coughed or sneezed; across from my freezing cubicle ( it being thought that sub-zero cold would inhibit the spread of germs ( which it didn't), was a locked security room occupied by a young man, so violent, and out of his mind on drugs, that the police actually delivered to him a pizza, to try to calm him down. That is absolute truth, my friends.
As were surly and indifferent staff members pissed at having to work the holiday, a triage nurse who was sicker than many of the patients. ( and, I may again utter truth, that in my entire adult life, I have NEVER seen a triage nurse who wasn't ill; these--and others--are the ones, BTW, who tend to come down with Lupus, as their immune systems are shot, having been constantly bombarded by germs and viruses ), and, a wandering E.R. physician, who's name tag translated to 'bitch'; when I had showed her my torn trousers and bleeding leg, and asked--perhaps--whether an x-ray might be in order, turned to me and said, "Well...you're walking on it, aren't you ?"
They then put a cervical collar on me...upside down, I might add, and sent me packing back to work.
Now, my dearest friends, I was much younger, and stupid in those days; it in fact might well be argued that today, I am older, and still stupid.
So, come the end of an awful shift, wherein I hurt in a bazillion places, did I just give up and go home ? No..of course not; I was determined to go 'after Christmas Christmas shopping'. And actually went to a couple of stores, leaning heavily on my cart, as I carefully tried to navagate store aisles that were strewn with merchandise.
Nothing was in any shape or order, stuff was thrown everywhere, on racks, on shelves, and on each other; you literally had to dig to find something, anything that was left over...but so marked down, it was irresitable. I filled my cart with a metric ton of stuff, bought with hardly any rhyme nor reason to it, only vaguely thinking for whom it was to be for.
While I dawdled, wading through mountains of dreck, and older woman, who looked as though she had been weened on a pickle, kept running her cart into my ankles, as if trying to bump me out of the way. After one stare from me, one dirty look, one, "hey lady !", and one, "stop it, dammit !", I gave a gargantuan bump back with my rear end, and sent her into the, 'everything's a nickle' pile.
Oh, I managed to get quite a lot of stuff, but then had to keep it in bags in my bedroom, until I decided to wrap everything in July, and then--finaly--maile everything off the first week in November, I vowed upon the grave of J. C. Penny, that I would never, never, never, never, EVER, shop again that early.
And, after the pure debacle that was last Christmas, when I still overspent myself, but this time ( since I can't drive ), with catalogues, instead. Since few of my acquiantances failed to muster 1/1,000,000 th the reaction anywhere equal to my anticipation, and longs hours of choosing just the 'right' thing, this year...with the blessings of Emily Post, I shall be sending out $25.00 checks...let's face it, I'm on SSDI, after all. I WILL try, I hope, to write a little, individual sentiment in every Christmas card I write.
Geez...no crowded stores, no lack of places to park, no blaring carols, or flashing lights, no screaming kids, nor screaming adults, for that matter, no traffic, no honking, or being cursed at, no surly salespersons, no mad rushs, no..."Oh damn, looks like I'm gonna half to go to the Mall."
I can enjoy a most pleasant, relaxing, and more meaningful holiday season safely tucked away at home with Daisy, the 'best-dog-on-the-planet'. I can put up my little tree ( which is already fully decorated, thank you), put on my Christmas jammies with the redi and white piping at the collar, cuffs, and ankles, sing to Daisy, maybe listen to a few, old favorite hymn, treat myself and the 'Daister' to a nice dinner, and few rare 'eatables' during the evening, if they be only the small, assorted flavor milkbone dog biscuits for Daisy, and possibly, the biggest bowl I have in the house full of ice cream, or even, just cereal; it will be the greatest holiday ever !
I'll stay up as late as I want, and go to bed, with all the little Christmas lights on, which actually, seem more beautiful, without glasses on, and then, with Dais on the carpet by my bed, consider, and give thanks for the real reason for the holiday, take a sleeping pill, and then conk out, until whenever I feel like getting up !
Same with New Year's.
Same with Epiphany.
And, having given thanks, will sincerely try to go to bed happy, and wake up happy !
So, to all my dearest friends here at MDJunction; you who have made such a positive impact on my life, and to whom I am ever grateful for your friendship, and kind readership, please allow me to wish you first, an happy 1st of October, a day of wonders, 'pain-free' and happy, and, nights of blissful, restorative sleep, gently quiet, without distress of any kind, and, as always, kept safe by ministering angels.
Love,
'Zahc'/Charles
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