You know what I mean. All day long you've been thinking it was Sunday,and it turns out it's Monday instead? Well, where did that day go? Of course, you didn't really miss a day, but it feels like you did. Monday, Memorial day, we had a fine time. There were all sorts of activities around town, from the Memorial at the Arsenal, with the color guard, the 21 gun salute, and of course the playing of the "taps" over the graves of the glorious dead heroes, the "Hero Street" memoriam, to the huge bicycle race,and innumerable city planned cook-outs...all of which were televised,and overly touted at first light. As patriotic as Yon and I are, there are some things that just don't need to be done and done and done. We chose to dip back into the archives of the video room and do the breakfast and a nap, and brunch and a movie,and lunch and a movie,and dinner and a movie. We sang, we laughed, we watched "39 steps",a collection of "Dragnet" with Jack Webb, another collection of "Sherlock Homes", "Serving Sara" with Nicholas Cage, and then we took a break from the movies long enough to watch "Jeopardy!" while we boiled eggs and potatoes,and I chopped celery, and onions,and Yon fired up the grill and we had bar-b-que burgers, bar-b-que chicken, and THE hottest brats I ever tasted in my life! Oh!, and baked beans. By the time we got the salad all put together, everything else was done,and we turned on the movie "Tuxedo" and altogether, it was a magnificent day! But, about half-way through the flick, I glanced at the bird-clock,.and was horrified that it was after 7 p.m! OMGosh! I said,"We missed Jimmy!" Yon looked at the clock, and he too was stunned! It took us several minutes to sort out the fact that it was not Sunday! Now, as I mentioned just a moment ago, we had watched "Jeopardy!" which does not air on Sunday,and we even watched bits of "Judge Judy",and still, we completely allowed ourselves to go on this guilt trip for having missed the evening Sunday service,which we had not missed yesterday!
I don't know how the mind can play these tricks on us. I only know they happen. Now, I have an excuse. Since my trip to the hospital, and the tons of medications they poured into me there, and sent me home with a new machine for breathing treatments, I have had a time coming back to myself, what with patches for this, and antibiotics for that, and steroids,and God knows what all, my memory is messed up, and tap water now tastes like insecticide,and a lot of the foods I used to love I can barely choke down, just to take my pills. But it never occurred to me that my loosing a day would also effect Yon son in the same way. But, perhaps that's just my influence. I was so certain that it was Sunday, he didn't question me.
But,maybe that's just because he loves me, and he was humoring me.
Or, we were having such a great time, it felt like Sunday to him too.
It could happen!
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