Saturday, October 11, 2008

There is a God; and He (or She) Loves Me...

I am so cold.

I hate the cold. I hate the wet.

I hate the six months of dark that persists when Persephone descends to fulfill her obligations to Hades ( Stupid Pomegranates...)

I like the snow for about twelve days in the middle of December, and even then, only on alternate Tuesdays...

I hate Utah with a near all-consuming passion once the mercury drops, and that loathsome feeling lasts until the first tiny purple Crocus peeks it's little head out of the dirty, icy snow in my front garden. Then life is wonderful and filled with flowers from the next six months and I develop a passionate love affair with my hometown until the rusty leaves in my driveway see the first bitter drops of Demeter's tears signaling the earth's demise until her beloved daughter returns once again (if you have no idea what I'm talking about, go take a Mythology class at the community college... Oh, and stop reading my blog).

The only respite I get from the blackness that fills my soul, are the few precious moments that Katrina and I spend in the hot tub each night of "Outer Darkness" (my term for winter and a good description of what I think it would be like)

Ahhh... sweet liquid bliss... my own dram of the forbidden nectar. My reason to cleave to life for another twenty- three hours, until I feel the warmth of your wet embrace again.

Perhaps I will build and alter to your Goodness; an idol for all to see and adore. A golden Rubber Ducky in repose, perhaps. Akin to the reclining Buddha, and equally spectacular in it's glory.

I thank the Hot Tub Gods for the blessings that they rain upon this earth, and more importantly, me... I accept their kind gifts with humble gratitude and a terry bathrobe...

1 comment:

Sheila said...

OMG! I'm laughing so hard I almost peed my pants!