Did everyone enjoy the solstice yesterday at 4:44 am? I was
actually invited to a solstice party by an old acquaintance, but I had to go to
choir practice this close to Christmas. Anyway, not to insult any of my readers
who might be neopagans, but every solstice party (and indeed, every pagan
ritual) I have ever attended has been silly. Not that there’s anything wrong
with silliness – in fact, I highly encourage it – but the problem is that I get
the feeling the pagans are actually serious, so I am not free to laugh. If we
were all in on the joke, it would be fantastic.
It was also Hardingfele’s
birthday yesterday, so on the off chance that she is reading this blog, happy
birthday, Hardingfele! She used to be my #1 commenter, but lately my #1 comment
is nobody. Anyone who wants to comment, feel free, and maybe I will write a blog
post about your comment. Make it really outrageous, and I will try to rise to
creative heights to respond. The problem (if it can be called that) is that my
life is now so calm and happy that I don’t have weird situations to blog about.
Maybe all I need is an idea, like when I asked two kids what they wanted a
story about, and one said alternate universes and the other said banana peels.
That spurred me to write a story about Joey Banana that has received several
dramatic readings at Richard Bonomo’s house. (My story “Polyhymnia” has as
well.) Know what will never receive a dramatic reading at Rich’s house? This
post.
Famous Hat
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