When Spring made tardy apologies this year, Norma contrived an installation in reply. Old cones and leaves are good gilded ahead of Spring and emphasize her point by including my Grampa's cobbler's last in the scene. It's a vexed caution that seasons should keep apace with solar orbit or get their shoes fixed.
This is back by where it began. I'm about 5, riding a little train pulled by puffer-engine through Golden Gate Park. I am sitting behind sisters, between big brother and our father .
It is about to choo-choo us through the woods to Fleishhacker Zoo, where I intended to apply for residence in the Gorilla Preserve. I admired their agility and wanted to learn.
Admittedly, I have gleaned some athletic competence despite my failure to qualify. Last month I fell backwards off the pumphouse roof and rolled a couple times in search of my feet, found them and stood on them. Quite relieved until the bruised muscle pain kicked in. Then, last week, our slippery shower sent me on a leap across the bathroom, included a flying tackle of the toilet, which I brought down, and spent several days bringing back up. I blame that on highschool football, not gorillas.
I can only fault our Universe's entropic confluence with temporal and gravitational continua, not the personal miscalculation and indignity of age. Just remember, there's no protective net around roofs and no teamwork in the bathroom.
On March one, I posted a poem on "Invalid's Workshop" that had some import to me. I repeat it here: https://atrialinvader.blogspot.com/2021/03/rain-on-summer-snowflake.html
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I cry out from quarantine: Oh Lordy, are we all Bubble Boys Now? I consult the past, when God and I were closer in age and referred to each other in the moment --Lordy, what God was called when He was a kid and I, Geo**ie. We observe the history of the future is not always influenced by visionaries, but by those who make best of the present. I guess this post is about us. Oh Lordy! See photo:
Mainly, we were all in love with a new world that showed promise. We were all headed way the heck into the future. We're here now, and we're ok. Hope you are too.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
I believe they were alphabetically consecutive on roll call all through their school days and developed mutual familiarity then.
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Not only do you have a very strange mind, but a very highly educated and well-read one. An entertaining combination, to be sure.
ReplyDeleteThanks! It is a strange mind but I'm beginning to get used to it.
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I
can never seem to come up with a comment good enough to compete with
your wonderful wit. But you did inspire me to go to YouTube and watch
the impressive finale to Gounod's "Faust". (Mirella Freini as
Marguerite).
By the way, Satan knows I've been a good boy.
Sometimes the excellent dance scene is left out if a production is short of ballerinas and danseurs, but it always ends with Faust and Satan looking like chumps. It's enough that Santa knows we're good boys.
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Thanks Laoch! And thanks again for the Santa-Satan connection.
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Thanks, Geo., for continuing with this trope! Why not now take Noel and its reverse, Leon, as in Trotsky?
ReplyDelete"Тро́цкий", a great title for a moral tale. He did not deserve what happened to him in Mexico. Neither Faust nor Satan were mean as Stalin. Perhaps a musical, eh? Mariachi balalaika ballet?
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Just goes to show ya, spelling DOES count.
Loved
it, as always. You're quite the wit, dude. (See, now if I misspelled
"dude", and left the "e" off, it'd be a whole 'nother connotation.)
Indeed, as dud I admit to greater uncertainty than I do as dude. Dudes are confident!
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Dear Geo,
I
loved the story! I just saw a hilarious German film, with a title that
maybe your young kid above might also hsave used - IF you Americans
weren't so decent. "göthe" was mispelled in the film's title. Do you
want an apple from Paris,(no need to change a letter here to create
confusion, ask dear Agatha C.) Waiting for part three!
Oh! "Pommes d'or du jardin des Hespérides" from The Labors of Hercule (Poirot). Close? I love Agatha.
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Haha very clever Geo. If there was a movie called Satan Santa I would watch it, I imagine it would be quite entertaining :P
ReplyDeleteThanks Lizzy. I can't imagine what such a movie would be about but I'd sure watch it too!
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I
had a classmate in high school whose first name was Faust. He preferred
to go by his middle name, David, for some strange reason.
I
never realized the Santa-Satan thing before. Sneaky...This story is so
funny...I can easily see it being made into something bigger.
Santa/Satan takes care of ALL the kids, good AND bad, LOL!
Well, Helen of Troy was stolen from her husband by Paris, who was also called Alexander(previous post), and that started the Trojan War --so Faust was right to go running to his mommy and your classmate was wise to call himself David, another story in another mythic structure, rather than get mixed up with them apples. And now I'm thoroughly confused! I think they should All have department store workshops.
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There may not be a picture over this post, but I'll try. It's getting on midnight here in Vineyard, 10 miles southeast of the State Capitol and folks of all stripes, state leaders and citizenry alike are battening hatches against a storm no one would wish upon their enemies or, even worse, themselves.
Excuse me, the lights are flickering in here and this post might exceed its predecessors' disjointivity. Went out to Pumphouse for nicotinic meditation an hour ago and was interrupted by felting racketing down from the roof hatch. Went out and noticed wind had rolled the tar-paper halfway up a hatch I nailed shut 40 years ago.
Oh no, the lights are flickering again and pooter's telling me "update failed". Is anybody working on this? I'll see what I can do...ah, --5 minutes-- success. But the little gray pop-up persists. I proceed, despite the funnel cloud reported spinning over North Sacramento, and select a
"a", that seems to be where blogger and weather cut me off here. Storm has abated somewhat and I took a flashlight out to the barn. 7 cats have made a purring pile of themselves and seem to weather this storm in contentment. I shall go to bed now and try to do likewise.
Love their close working relationship.
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