The Taking Of December Twelve Two Three
Dec. 22nd, 2009 09:01 amIt's fun, and no fun, sharing your birthday with someone. I say that as someone who did it for 40 years, from two weeks after my sister's wedding until the day of my brother-in-law's wake two Novembers ago. You get a more-or-less pass on getting gifts for each other, and you share a lot of common Happy Birthday Or Whatever The Fridays Waitstaff Can Legally Sing songs with them, but there's still a little wish for some one-ness. Probably more so when that day falls this close to the biggest commercial sinkhole of the entire calendar.
For most of my years writing here, December 23rd has been such a day, bringing the birthdays of two twins and a separate singleton, all of whom mean a lot to me. They've had their wishes woven into poems and songs and stories, but always, best as I can remember, together.
This year, not so much.
You're each deserving of your own 15 KB of uploadable fame, and, weather and federal courts permitting over the next day or so, you shall be receiving it. One a day early (it's already begun in my brain), one more-or-less on time, and one a day late (not sure which will be which, as there is an International Date Line involved here). So stay tuned.
(The header, btw, is a hat-tip to the Denzel-and-Barbarino thriller that I watched the latest remake of over the past few nights. Well done, not as physically violent as I expected it to be, its own take on the story which I first read when the book came out in the 70s and of which I remember the Matthau-Robert Shaw version of quite fondly. Gesundheit.)
For most of my years writing here, December 23rd has been such a day, bringing the birthdays of two twins and a separate singleton, all of whom mean a lot to me. They've had their wishes woven into poems and songs and stories, but always, best as I can remember, together.
This year, not so much.
You're each deserving of your own 15 KB of uploadable fame, and, weather and federal courts permitting over the next day or so, you shall be receiving it. One a day early (it's already begun in my brain), one more-or-less on time, and one a day late (not sure which will be which, as there is an International Date Line involved here). So stay tuned.
(The header, btw, is a hat-tip to the Denzel-and-Barbarino thriller that I watched the latest remake of over the past few nights. Well done, not as physically violent as I expected it to be, its own take on the story which I first read when the book came out in the 70s and of which I remember the Matthau-Robert Shaw version of quite fondly. Gesundheit.)