Roll me, dr-edge me, fry me…I be done

…and still, we can be heroes just for one day….D…G…C…D…A…E…D…D…G…

Today I say, “on with the new and out with the old!”   Or should it be “out with the old and in with the new?”  Whatever.  So yesterday was a milestone holiday.  Yes, yes, the “official” start of summer.  Woopdi..doo.  I live in a quaint, little (very) beach town on the east coast of Florida.  It’s been summer for weeks.  We had spectacularly nice weather the entire weekend, which by the way, began on Thursday.

See, it’s a little different here.  For example, in the place I moved from light years ago (and other sane places), Friday is considered the last day of the work week.  Always filled with exuberant anticipation that, at 5:00 pm sharp, the weekend would begin.  The 2 day celebration representing the freedom from one’s occupational obligations whatever they may be.  Here, I call this day Fraturday.  When a great many people decide that they don’t want to/have to work the entire day.  I mean it’s the weekend afterall so we’d better get started on that right away!

While the rest of the folks in all the other “countries”  had a 3 day weekend, here we had a 4 day weekend.  See how it works?  We simply extend the time for holidays and special events.  Why? ‘Cuz we want to.  I mean whose gonna complain, right? LOL  That’s a big LOL my friends.  For all the positives that go with living in Florida there are some mighty, shall we say (I’ll be polite today), messed up things that go on down here.  A thing not easily explained.  One of those “ya got to live here to believe it” kind of things.

Huh, makes me think of Stephen King’s Under the Dome.  Classic King.  The roger that he is, Mr. King takes well over 900 pages to speak of life in a small town that suddenly finds itself cut off from the rest of civilization by a dome of mysterious origins.  No, I didn’t finish the book and at this point, I might as well wait for the TV telling coming next month.

Don’t spoil it for me.  I can pretty much guess the characters who make it out from under that mysterious dome.  Come to think of it, maybe I’ll skip the TV telling and read the book after all.  If history persists, then the book is far better than the upcoming series anyway.

Well, it’s the end of a 4 day weekend.  Lots of work to do so I had better get on with my day.  I’ve found a microscopic tear in my own dome and need to get to work on that.  Before I conclude this ramble-ette, thank you for stopping by today.  I was going to talk about emotional content – what it is, it’s uses (if you are lucky to procure it)  But we all have to begin another cycle in this the second day of “summer’.  Carry on. 

“What? What is it?  What is emotional content?”  That’s a tough one.  And topic for another post.  Yes, yes I am committing myself to writing the next post.  Yes, soon.  No, not weeks from now.  Simply, it (emotional content) is the thing that allows a person to achieve the seemingly impossible.

Au bord de jour de fete…

I must confess to a certain “disconnect” to certain holidays.  Memorial Day is numero uno on that short list.  Don’t get me wrong.  Even being a clark*, I do enjoy some of the holidays.  As a matter of fact, at times I enjoy altering and creating semi-tradtions (holiday) of my own.  (Can’t have ’em stand as is and enjoy them by the books, now can I>;] ?)  What would that** tell the world?

Once upon a time this particular holiday for some reason engendered within me a certain cynicism.  Since one is never really “cured” of cynicism, I must admit to being a “recovering” cynic?  Anyway, today is Memorial Day and once upon a time I would sit and reflect on what has been and what damn well better come to pass.  For it is a somber day. 

If my facts are correct,  Memorial Day was originally intended to be a special day to remember individuals who “served” our country by giving the ultimate sacrifice.  A day to honor those who lives ended prematurely and at the hands of violence.  So why do so many people party hearty ’til they drop with nary a thought as to why we have this holiday?  How did the “tradition” of  Memorial Day barbeques begin?  Thousands of people will be (have been) hooping and hollering over a barbecue pit or grill or giant hole in the beach sand for 3 damn days.  Do you think they will be doing the same while sitting at restaurant tables or at the family dinner table today?  [Is there still such a thing as “the dinner table”?  As in “Dear, would you please pass me the bread?  Sure honey.  Sally?  Hand me the bread basket so I can pass it to your father”.  Now that is something to be “memorialized”. ]

Where was I? Remembering.  If there are no “fallen” then let’s remember who we are, what dreams we have and what is most important to us.  If that happens to be how much more money you can make this year, or what newer model car(s) you will buy this year or purchasing a second home in the Hamptons, good for you.  Me?  I’ll be thinking that maybe, just maybe I have a second chance.  I’ll honor the me that has gone before and celebrate a me that has yet to be.  And hope I wake up tomorrow morning.

Happy Memory Day!

* the Wakefield Doctrine
** Tells me I’m a roger, as in the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers