A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread-and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness-
O, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Enow? What kind of word is that? Somebody got away with a little poetic license on that one, but the picture he paints does help you remember the essentials on a snowy evening.
The first snowstorm of the year is coming and the Lancaster stores are literally being stormed for essentials. Bread, milk, and eggs – No. There are plenty of those on the shelves. This town is hitting the liquor stores, and hitting them hard. It was almost like a repeat of New Year’s Eve. Everyone wanted to make sure that this snow storm wouldn’t harsh their buzz, especially since it was hitting on the weekend. A Monday storm means you get the day off. A Saturday storm means your weekend is screwed, unless you’re prepared. Time to stock up on booze.
I have a reputation as a beer drinker, but, unknown to many, I rarely drink beer at home. I drink wine. Five liter boxes of wine, usually. As far as I’m concerned, 5-liter boxes of wine fall in right behind the inventions of fire and the wheel, and maybe even slightly ahead of the wheel.
So, when I heard that a storm was coming, I headed to the liquor store for a 5-liter box of Rhine Wine. When I got home, and listened to a few minutes of dire weather forecasting on the radio, I started thinking about “worst case scenario.” I went back for 5 liters of Sangria. I also picked up a loaf of bread. I know the drill. A Jug of Wine, a loaf of bread and Thou. I just didn’t remember who “Thou” was supposed to be. Perhaps a few drinks might jog my memory.
Now, as I write this, the snow is coming down. I can hear my landlord (or more likely his handyman) shoveling the sidewalk in front of my apartment. That is probably the sweetest sound that I, as a renter, can hear – somebody else doing unpleasant work, which I would have to do if I were the owner. “Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow.” Ho Ho Ho ROFLMAO LOL .
I’m also listening to my top 181 MP3 files on the computer. They’re playing in A to Z order. Right now, I’m up to the Earls singing Remember Then.
I do remember then. The 60’s. Well, I sort of remember them. At least, I remember them better than I remember the 70’s. That decade is a blur. I remember a lot of the good times, and now, I can even find the humor in most of the bad times. Most of them. Well, some of them.
Whoa. I drifted off for a spell there, thinking about those days. The computer “juke box” is already up to G. Garth Brooks is singing “Friends in Low Places.”
Well, I’ve got Garth beat. I’ve got friends in cyber spaces, and I hope you’re all safe and warm, and enjoying your port in the storm.
Peace & Love, and all of the above,