Monday, April 02, 2007

Which Child Are You?

"Life is a B movie: It's stupid, and it's strange, it's a directionless story, the dialogue is lame, but in the "he said/she said' sometimes there's some poetry if you turn your back long enough and let it happen naturally."

-Ani Difranco

Mondays. Most people hate them, not me, I enjoy a good Monday. Monday is my hump day. LOL. Stop thinking naughty... lol... all I mean is that Monday's are Alan's Wednesdays. You know... hump... as in the middle of the work week? LOL. Anyway, last week is over, my mood has improved, and while I am kinda tired and fighting some of the usual affects of Fibromyalgia, I am thinking more positively then I was a few days ago. Sometimes a good rant or two can be good for the soul. You know, out with the old, in with the new. Hopefully, with the warmer weather coming in, a nice photo session I have planned with my kitty, and a Round Robin Challenge planned for this week, I will have plenty to keep me busy and happy. I slept a long time today, and I am still sleepy, so I am going to go to bed early tonight. :) Sleep, on a slightly cold night, is so wonderful. I love to climb inside the fuzzy blankets and drift off to a deep sleep. :)

The other night, or morning I should say, I tried to let go of the days irritations by doing some positive imagery. My thoughts were kind of scattered. I kept ruminating on the woes, so I began to switch to music lyrics. That was fun. I got more than one song stuck in my brain. Ever try to fall asleep while trying to get the words to "Walk This Way," out of your brain? LOL. Or worse, "Rag Doll." Steven Tyler gets me every time. What to do, what to do? It was a thinker, until I decided to go full stop on thinking all together! Ever try that? LOL. Oh my, that wouldn't work. Ok, so how about my other favorite way to drift off to sleep... The List Game. It's a version of counting sheep, only less woolly. Lists of soap opera characters, state capitols, paint color samples, crayons, anything will work as a topic, as long as you find it trivial enough that you eventually bore yourself to sleep.

Somehow, I managed to go through all my lists, and still no real sleepiness. I finally gave up, put on C-SPAN and that did the trick like it always does. I have an 8-hour video tape of a C-Span session from 1999, that I keep on hand for times when sleep is just not interested in paying me a visit. Stupid Sandman. I fell asleep just fine, but while I was asleep, I dreamed I was talking about poetry with the Invisible Man. Yep that's right, The Invisible Man. I know what your thinking, if the man I was discussing poetry with was invisible, how do I know it was THE Invisible Man? Well, see, sometime back I wrote an entry about how unusual it was to realize, while watching the movie, "Abbott & Costello Meet The Invisible Man," on AMC, that he ( the invisible man) went commando, and I recognized him from that movie. Still a strange thought though... that he (The Invisible Man) goes commando.

Anyway, Mr. Invisible and I were talking about that Mother Goose poem, "Monday's Child." You know the one...

Monday's Child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
Thursday's child has far to go
Friday's child is loving and giving
Saturday's child works hard for a living
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

And so I asked him, what day of the week he was born on. Now, considering the movie I was referencing was in my dream state, it would mean that I was speaking with Arthur Franz who played the invisible man in that particular movie. His character's name was Tommy Nelson. Since the movie never mentions the birthday of the invisible man, the dream went about it's way the way dreams do, meaning I probably fell into a deep enough sleep, that our conversation was no longer useful to my brain. When I woke up however, I was still considering our interaction, so I decided to look up the birthday of Arthur Franz, in his Internet biography. He was born, February 29th, 1920 and passed away on, June 16th, 2006. From there I went to Calendar Home.com and looked up what day of the week his birthday fell on. He was born on a Sunday. He was a Sunday's child.

I am a Friday's child. I was nearly a Saturday's child. I was born at 10:31 PM on June 29th, 1962. Sigh. I like my birthday, and my zodiac sign, and even where the poems places me, but I have to wonder about poor Wednesday. I know the character of Wednesday Adams was named after the poem. Wednesdays are notoriously bad days for me, which is why I will never schedule another meeting for that day of the week as long as I live. LOL. I tell myself that it isn't true, one day can't be worse than any of the rest of the week. It's just a day, then like a schmuck I schedule something important and then the fur flies, and I am right back in my bed that night ruminating on how everything would have been fine, had it not been a Wednesday. Sigh. It's exhausting, lol, but not in a good way. ;)

Wanna share? If you are one of my lurkers, now is a good time to say hello. Tell me what day of the week you were born. If you aren't sure of the day, you can find out at CalendarHome.com. Just go to the top left side of the header banner and put in a year. It will redirect you to a full calendar page for that year. Come on, you know you want to. :)

-OndineMonet
"Pear Blossom"
Berkeley, California
March 31, 2007
Afternoon

5 comments:

Laura said...

I am a thursday's child....interesting side note is that so are all 5 of my siblings and no we aren't sextuplets. i guess it goes with the weirdness that my 5 children were born the 58th minute of the hour.

Charley said...

Now, I WAS born on hump day. I'm a Wednesday child!

Nancy said...

I'm a friday child as well...go figure. No wonder I like ya so much!

hugs,
Nancy

Anonymous said...

which day's child is full of shit?

care to beat it out of me?

I don't believe you've had a turn yet

Gradually, Dan

Karen Funk Blocher said...

Sunday. Something like 12:22 AM. See, from the beginning I was destined to be a night owl!

(word verification: feazy!)