The Bride-Beast Tamed....August 12, 1999

The Bride-Beast Tamed....August 12, 1999

Just outside my office window, I hear the soft pat, pat, pat of rain as it is first buffered by a screen before cascading down the window. As with many incidents of rain this summer, it is accompanied by the brilliant flash of lightning and crack-boom of subsequent thunder. I have never experienced so many thunder showers in one given season. It is heavenly; I love them. Some people find thunder and lightning storms depressing, some find them frightening. I find a sense of mysterious awe in them. The thunder awakens the soul, the lightning energizes the body and spirit. When passed, there is rejuvenation in the air and a renewed cleanliness to the earth, that wholly permeates the human senses, if allowed to. One merely needs to be open to it.

There is also a renewed cleanliness to my car, whose windows were left down over night by their half-witted owner. Water logged just does not seem to aptly describe the supersaturated condition of my seats.

Given the inate desire to hibernate during the existing conditions of the elements outside, the fact that I did not have my regular Thursday client today, and the soggy condition of my car, I declared it a stay-home-and-watch-movies-and-play-nintendo-and-eat-pizza day. Joining me live via phone for this period of unabashed hedonism was The Goddess, who so happens to have to remain prostrate for an extended period of time due to seriously injuring her back. Do not feel obligated to send sympathies, however, for she is enduring the consequences of her trancendent obstinance.

It started out as a minor pull while helping her Aunt move a few weeks ago. Due to her refusal to follow my advice and hold up in her room for a day or two, and instead insisting on going full boar through work and wedding plans, she is home for several days, missing a great deal of work, and having to have emergency chiropractor appointments to keep her back from locking up. I pleaded with her to take care of herself, knowing how a minor back problem can quickly become something needing surgury. I did not want her to have to go through that. I also had nightmareish visions of a celebate wedding night, or worse, having her dollied up the aisle in full traction like some bizarre tribute to Hannibal Lecter. That surpasses even what this pagan is willing to consider ceremonial.

Such was my day, therefore. I slept in, stayed in pj's until well after noon, watched movies, played GoldenEye, ordered pizza, scritched the pups and cats frequently, and talked to my pouting, woefull, in excrutiating pain but ever so humbled sweetie on the phone.

What did I do to deserve this vacation?

....Blessed Be