Boo!
I saw the remains of the Corona Chicken Salsa we had delivered from Yellow Cab last night. Lying cold and listless in the fridge, the pizza taunted me, daring me to take just one tiny bite. This being Sunday, Halloween day, a no ordinary day at that, sobriety prevailed, still, and the truth of there being no such thing as 'one bite only' knocked the socks off the gnawing temptation boiling in my growling tummy.
The filthy sneakiness of eating cold pizza, hungrily, hurriedly, the thing that incites a majorly raging appetite for the rest of the day, had long become an ex-favorite sin for me, thank God for that. A striking realization of my steady sense of discipline and control, at least for this morning, however, doesn't take away from a real sense of surreality that had been slowly creeping in on me beginning last night, just before I went to sleep.
By the time of early evening news, I began to run a fever which had me shivering in chills, that waned after I dropped an Aleve, and the cooling comfort of the polka-dotted blue ice bag I had perched on my burning head. I listened to bits of Osama Bin Laden's utterances and the accompanying rambling english translation from the news, him coming out of isolation to offer his macabre trick of a statement, topping it as the granddaddy of all tricks of the season.
"Your security is not in the hands of Kerry, Bush or al Qaeda. Your security is in your own hands," may just as well be the one big Boo! that's heard around the world, particularly loudest in the republican campaign headquarters.
I would have given all the candy I had alloted to give out for the day just to make that one hairy trickster go away, but what of the lying, cheating and stealing general? No, I decided, my candy is just enough for smaller appetites, this I remembered as I heard the laughter of my kids and little nephews while playing 'scary' Monopoly, if there were ever such a thing. Children, they are so cute, so wise. To play 'scary' Monopoly, and God knows just exactly how that is done, is an unitentional if timely parody, a spoof of what is happening in reality here. All from the minds of babes, what a joke. With all of that in my mind, the silly antics of Will Ferrell on an SNL rerun had me, all of a sudden, laughing in stitches. Then my husband looked at me like I were something scary.
So that was how it was last night. And so the world didn't quite change in my sleep. This morning I'm still slightly feverish, preventing me from my usual Sunday schedule of going to church at 8 in the morning. So this is not a normal day for me. I took a glance at the newspaper headline and decided to look away. I got a sense of the macabre all right, and timely too. This is halloween, after all, and I don't even have to don a costume. The world is surreal. Still I refuse to take a cold bite off the remains of my once favorite Corona Chicken Salsa pizza from Yellow Cab. Heck, I'm just gonna wait till afternoon to have my fill. We have lechon coming anyway.
Happy Halloween there.
Filed Under: Mementoes
The filthy sneakiness of eating cold pizza, hungrily, hurriedly, the thing that incites a majorly raging appetite for the rest of the day, had long become an ex-favorite sin for me, thank God for that. A striking realization of my steady sense of discipline and control, at least for this morning, however, doesn't take away from a real sense of surreality that had been slowly creeping in on me beginning last night, just before I went to sleep.
By the time of early evening news, I began to run a fever which had me shivering in chills, that waned after I dropped an Aleve, and the cooling comfort of the polka-dotted blue ice bag I had perched on my burning head. I listened to bits of Osama Bin Laden's utterances and the accompanying rambling english translation from the news, him coming out of isolation to offer his macabre trick of a statement, topping it as the granddaddy of all tricks of the season.
"Your security is not in the hands of Kerry, Bush or al Qaeda. Your security is in your own hands," may just as well be the one big Boo! that's heard around the world, particularly loudest in the republican campaign headquarters.
I would have given all the candy I had alloted to give out for the day just to make that one hairy trickster go away, but what of the lying, cheating and stealing general? No, I decided, my candy is just enough for smaller appetites, this I remembered as I heard the laughter of my kids and little nephews while playing 'scary' Monopoly, if there were ever such a thing. Children, they are so cute, so wise. To play 'scary' Monopoly, and God knows just exactly how that is done, is an unitentional if timely parody, a spoof of what is happening in reality here. All from the minds of babes, what a joke. With all of that in my mind, the silly antics of Will Ferrell on an SNL rerun had me, all of a sudden, laughing in stitches. Then my husband looked at me like I were something scary.
So that was how it was last night. And so the world didn't quite change in my sleep. This morning I'm still slightly feverish, preventing me from my usual Sunday schedule of going to church at 8 in the morning. So this is not a normal day for me. I took a glance at the newspaper headline and decided to look away. I got a sense of the macabre all right, and timely too. This is halloween, after all, and I don't even have to don a costume. The world is surreal. Still I refuse to take a cold bite off the remains of my once favorite Corona Chicken Salsa pizza from Yellow Cab. Heck, I'm just gonna wait till afternoon to have my fill. We have lechon coming anyway.
Happy Halloween there.
Filed Under: Mementoes
Poppycock | 10/31/2004 |
<< Home