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- patrickobrien0
July 10, 2007
“Tuesday’s with Morrie” with Eileen with chocolate.
Today is Tuesday and that means Eileen, a family friend, and now my friend, is here with Lindt truffles and Lebanon bologna. We sit by the back door, unable to do our work outside, foiled by the incessant white noise of 1,000 air conditioners. Eileen laughs when I tell her of my plan to carry out a nocturnal mission, my face covered in black camouflaged paint, my knapsack full of dynamite, whereupon I lodge a stick of these high powered explosives under each neighbor’s deafening AC units. Ah, the sweet silence that would ensue after these initial blasts. The dumbfounded looks on the neighbors’ faces as they stumble out of bed, curlers hanging from their disheveled hair, only to find a crater where their 25,000 BTU monsters once held purchase. Ah, the sweet sound of crickets and bullfrogs reclaiming the airwaves of the dawn, the smell of gunpowder still fresh in the breeze. Eileen and I giggle as we write this, the fantasy finding its way to our funny bones. Today is Tuesday, and the copy of “Tuesdays with Morrie” sits atop a stack of my “Everything Will Be Okay” DVD’s. I like seeing the two together. I don’t know who organized my room that way, but seeing them together somehow makes me feel like I’m carrying on, in some way, the long line of narratives that connect the dots, one soul, one chapter, one life to the next of characters in the ancient book of this disease. So, as the sun thunders above us, (Eileen and I love a good thunderstorm) and I watch a pair of white butterflies dogfight, we receive a call from the veterinarian that Eileen’s dog, Charlie, who we sent positive energy to before writing this, that the sick dog Charlie is now the healthy dog Charlie. Eileen is visibly ecstatic to get this news. She mentions maybe our positive energy has worked after all. I don’t know for certain, but the knowing isn’t as important as the trying. So, here’s to Charlie and Shih Tzu’s around the globe, may your Lebanon bologna be sliced thickly and may the booda bone’s you so adore, bring you eternal, chewable bliss.