Friday, May 28, 2010
The rain I’m told will pass and the rest of the weekend looks good or at least for the weatherman. Myself I am not so sure. I have learned to fear this holiday and for good cause. Memorial Day weekend has always been a survival test for me.
I have survived weekends where the vehicle I was riding in suddenly became possessed. Refused to go faster than 45 MPH on the interstate and what should have been a three-hour drive turned into an eight-hour adventure. Our destination? We can just leave it at the fact that we did get to drive around it and then head straight to the auto part store.
I survived the weekend of my first canoeing experience. Where I was told to let the other person do all the talking and just sign the wavier. Yes, I was listening; he said, “Go around the damn,” not over the dam. What are class III rapids, anyway? Class III rapids are what leave your legs looking a spousal abuse victim when you try them in a canoe.
I made it through numerous Memorial Day camping trips. Trips that where interrupted by hillbillies and hornets. Hillbillies on the next site over that used a generator to power their electric coffee pot. Survived a camp sight full of wood hornets that you soon realize are attracted to any form of light. It’s hard camping in total darkness. Neither weekend was either peaceful or relaxing.
I have even made it through holiday outings to the lake. I have rowed a boat to shore with skis, I have been dropped off in a cove and forgotten, why I have even gotten lost on the lake. Never count on “Jesus Saves” signs as your reference marker. Let’s just say I missed noticing the actual quantity of signs on the way out of the marina.
Oh, and never try to take a small Johnboat across the main body of a large lake, unless you take your Dramamine first.
As I have tired to explain Memorial Day evokes a sense of wonder in me. I wonder what dark memory will try to attach it’s self to me this weekend? Exactly why I sage my house, carry garlic and a rabbit’s foot in my pocket and DO NOT make plans for Memorial Day.
I hope you have great holiday and let me know if some dark memory crept into your weekend. But do check back, should I encounter any ill-advised memories I will share them.