WAYNE’S WORDS
Volume 4 Number 03
Holiday Triple-Header
This one is hard to write. It has been too long since I have done it and I seem to have lost all inspiration for it. Lately I have felt, when I do sit down to write, that I am the only one that sees it. Am I writing just for the sake of writing?
This one is also hard to write because Rambo 3 is on the TV right now and I find it hard to look away.
This one is also hard to write because it is Valentine’s Day: An especially lonely day when you are alone.
February starts out with a great week filled with a holiday triple-header, then Valentine’s Day. When you have someone it is cool, because it is actually a quadruple-header. When you are alone – nay, when I am alone – it is the triple-header followed up by the heartbreak of V-Day.
The triple-header consists of three of my favorite holidays all packed into one week.
First, February 2nd - Groundhog Day! I love that holiday. It is filled with hope and expectations of the new beginning that is spring. Spring is a renewal, not just for the flora and fauna, but for the heart and the soul. Even when Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow and announces that there will be 6 more weeks of winter, hope (albeit for delayed renewal) remains.
I do miss the lost traditions of Groundhog Day. Digging a hole in the living room on Groundhog’s Eve and singing carols and drinking spiked “hog-nog.” Then, waking up in the morning on GHD and scurrying to the hole to see the wonderful gifts that Phil has left!
Second, February 5th - my birthday. Never really a big party or anything, but always plenty of well wishers and a few presents. It is just a good day. This year, on Wayne’s Day I had lunch with one of my best friends (known him since 2nd grade), his wife and one of my “work-wives.” That was a really nice time. On Wayne’s Night I enjoyed few hours of playing darts and laughing with my boss, his wife and my son. The day after Wayne’s Day, Hillbilly Mom, The Boy and I went to El Paso and had Rudy’s BBQ for lunch. We then went on a trek to find work pants for me. Kohl’s, Ross, Marshall’s, Dillard’s, nor Macy’s had slacks in my size. Either EVERYBODY wears 32x34s and they are all sold out or NOBODY wears 32x34s and they do not stock them. The three of us, however, laughed off our collective ass.
Third, February 7th (this year) – Super Bowl. I like pro-football. I don’t know a billion stats and names and such, but I really like watching it. I like championship games of almost any sort. Combine those two things and you have The Super Bowl. That is NOT the beauty of Super Bowl Sunday, though. All of my favorite Super Sundays have been spent with that 2nd grade best friend. Not because of our longtime friendship, but because of his wife! ANY occasion that I get to attend a gathering or party that she throws is a blessed one. Man, the food that she makes, the atmosphere that she creates. It is always the absolute best. The woman is amazing. She makes Martha Stewart look like an A.D.D. five-year-old with an E-Z-Bake Oven. I am always guaranteed to eat until I am crying that my system can take no more.
Then there is Valentine’s Day. Now the XXI Winter Olympic Games are on, so F to Valentine’s Day!
Until Next Time,
