Today is a half-day at my old school, before Thanksgiving Break begins. Call me a sentimental old fool--Hush! it's just an expression--but the time starting this week and going through New Year's Day is my favorite time of year. It's not the faculty lounge piled with food, the little gifts left on a teacher's desk, the smiles on little kids' cake-smudged faces, the dinner table invisible under the clutter of turkey and Diane's oyster dressing, Marti Lawson's cranberry-apple bake, pear halves, Dad's pecan pies, and all that other stuff.
So, okay, it is all that. But, also, it's Santa riding a Norelco shaver down a snow bank, ads for the latest Chia pet creations, Muzak Christmas carols in every store, rampant Rockwell imagery (Norman, not the "Somebody's Watching Me" guy), the scent of evergreen at every turn, 24 straight hours of Ralphie and the Red Ryder B-B gun (you know, the official, carbine-action 200 shot range model air rifle with a compass in the stock and this thing which tells time) on TNT ... the cultural crap that is the baggage which arrives with the Holiday season.
I'll miss it.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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2 comments:
Well it's not gone for good. You're on a sojourn, and all that fatty and/or plastic shit will be there when you get back.
My advice: when you get some days off, take a train trip around Korea. There's something soulful about the ever-changing scene outside a train window.
I am asking for Mr T chia pet for Christmas.
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