… and still silly.
By 9am on Judgment Day I hadn’t seen anything dire except gray skies and a bit of drizzle. I watched Turner Classic Movies and drank coffee. Buddy saved Buck Rogers from the clutches of Killer Kane, and then Tarzan and Boy met a chorus girl on her way to warn a sheik about Nazis. I got called in to shoot x-rays at 10:30, and I was needed all day. A bunch of people came to town for the Rhododendron Festival and fell down. So I didn’t get to see the parade, but that’s okay. We close in an hour and I’m not dead AND I still have the Leo Kottke concert tonight. Life is good.
I adore absurd traditions. I’m glad they have so many where I live. Yesterday I attended a sporting event featuring teams racing up and down the street pushing “beds” with wheels stuck on them. There were no causes, nor prizes of great worth. They competed for bragging rights, and to entertain us. It’s one of the sillier parts of the Rhododendron Festival.
The winners were the track & field squad from the high school. They will retain the coveted trophy, a chrome-plated bed pan, until next year. Can you see how proud their pilot was? “That’s right. We won, uh-HUH, uh-HUH!”
Happy Judgment Day, Everybody!