Friday, 22 November 2013

Cosmic Message


I had to go out today to pick up some bread and maybe oranges if they were a good price and I was in the mood to buy citrus. It’s funny how sometimes your mood will dictate whether you buy something. “No…no, I’m not really feeling the oranges today. Perhaps I’ll be more ‘orangey’ tomorrow. I’m more accepting of the idea of buying oranges in the afternoon or early evening.” Yes, it is as stupid as it sounds but somehow it makes sense to me.

I managed to start the car, the battery is going I think, and pulled out of the garage into the over bright sunlight. You would think the sunlight would be less bright in the winter; the warmth from the sun is less, so it only makes sense that the light should be dimmer as well. It would be kind of like a cosmic dimmer switch. Anyways, when I started the car, the Christmas CD was playing Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas”. It was about -17°C, I had underdressed, the windshield was covered in dried road guck and the road itself was a diarrhea white and did I mention how bright the sun was? I wasn’t feeling very “White Christmassy”, so I turned the CD off and turned on the radio. The station that I listen to is the one that plays Christmas music for a month and a half before Christmas. I like the music as a rule and just because I didn’t want to hear Bing, it didn’t mean I was Scrooge.

What was playing on the radio? “White Christmas” by Bing Crosby of course! It turns out that the universe for whatever reason wanted me to hear that particular song at that particular time. I suppose there must be a message in the song for me that I need right now.


I'm dreaming of a White Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
and children listen.

To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white.

To begin with, I have no idea what a glistening tree top means. It’s actually a little disturbing if you let your imagination take over. My children haven’t listened to me for about thirty years, if they even did back then. I do have some bike bells that might pass for sleigh bells, but it would be something of a stretch. It keeps coming back to the white Christmas thing, I would like this Christmas to be brownish, or at least the month leading up to it should be brown and then it can snow so the kiddies can use their new sleds. Christmas cards? I would like to do them this weekend, but I would like to lose thirty pounds this weekend too, and short of a miracle, neither is going to happen. Well, the days surely are bright! Too fucking bright, I think I did damage to my cornea today when the sun got past my sunglasses for a second.


I didn’t get much from the song, but who am I to question the universe? I’ll get right on deciphering that cosmic message, just as soon as my hands warm up.

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