Tales from the Towers: Saturday? Holiday? Regular day?

The holiday season is very confusing, mostly to the ones who are already slightly confused anyway. All right, not necessarily confused, but it's enough when one has no longer the obligation to go out to work, clean house, cook, escort kids to one place or the other, or do something creative like finish an unfinished painting or work on that great novel which will bring fame and fortune.

As it is, I open my eyes in the morning, still drowsy, trying to figure out whether it's a Saturday, a holiday or just a plain every-day day.. Wait a moment, it was a holiday yesterday, so what's today? My black silk pants are carelessly thrown on top of my keyboard, so I must have worn them yesterday. Which excludes regular day, for yesterday and still leaves Saturday or holiday. So hopefully shops and other places  will be open today, and I can get dressed and finally go out and buy a pair of slippers which I've been needing badly for the last week or two. My old slippers were already in shreds, and they were the first thing I shoved under my bed when company came. 

However, there is no love like the one we feel for slippers which we've had for years and discarding them is very painful. I looked at them lovingly for one last time  and I thanked them for the years of service they have given me, and promised them that my new slippers will never be as cherished as I've cherished them...

This reminds me, wasn't this always the promise I made to some man when our love reached its end? And wasn't it a lie? "New" is so much better! Maybe.. not always!

So what day is it today, holiday or Saturday or regular day? I would just have to turn my head around a bit and look at my small calendar, but I refuse to. This is one thing which I should be able to figure out by myself!

Maybe I should stop thinking about the day and start  thinking about the season. I don't like autumn! Poets write about it, singers sing about it, like this man now on the radio who urges us to accept the melancholy which autumn brings and ..the rheumatic pain! Well, mentioning the rheumatic pain is my idea, not his! .

And talking about aches and pains, sitting downstairs in the lobby with some of my friends "ache and pain" are subjects explored to exhaustion. We discuss knees and hips, and stomachs and pills and doctors. This is one occasion when I don't talk much. Even when they all look at me expectantly, all I can come up with is a headache. "Well", says one wise friend, "when you get it, you take a lemon squeeze it into your coffee, don't add sugar and drink it fast!" I wonder which would be more acceptable, coffee with lemon and no sugar, or a headache which I chase away with one small pill.. 

I can't avoid looking at my calendar forever, maybe I have an appointment with my dentist today, which will certainly mess up my day, or maybe I have Mike's name written down, he is my hairdresser, and definitely more to look forward to than my dentist.

In short, I will have to get out of bed!

But not yet, I want to think some more. So how come the good things about the holidays are closely linked to the bad things, the good things being getting together with family and friends and the bad thing being too much food? And another bad thing is that the gym is closed and I can't "work anything off!" Now the man on the radio stopped singing the praises of autumn and I listen to the news. I never thought the day will come when I'll be happy not having a big amount of money in the bank. Well, the day is here. And the rain will be here soon, says the man, which is good too!. I can't remember where I have stashed my raincoat. So now I really must get out of bed.

Happy Holiday to you all my friends,

Lucca