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Today’s Blog Post
It is February. It is cold and we have ice hanging from one corner of the garage. I have a show to get ready for one week from now. I have had a bad head and chest cold. I have felt like dieing for the past week.
Nuts! I looked at the calendar this morning and I realize that stupid pressure all over again. I have only four days to do something for my “girl friend” for Valentines Day – February 14! Double NUTS!
I can remember as a little boy being in a small class room at that little “Innismore School” on the east side of Regina. The school only taught Grades Kindergarten through to Grade Three. School was okay I guess from what I remember… but in a way it was an interruption from the fun we had of playing outside in fields, hunting gophers and catching frogs. All the really fun stuff that we did in summer couldn’t be done in February of course… but we could have been skating or making snow forts and tunnels in the huge snow drifts that were not far from our home.
It was about this time of the week that we came home and my mom had a huge book that she had bought. It was kind of like a really big magazine with almost all the pages covered with red cartoon style characters. There were lots of words – all of them were “mushy”. “Be my Valentine!”
Mom sat us down at the kitchen table and explained that February 14th was Valentine’s Day and that on that day we could give Valentines to our friends to tell them how much we loved them. I looked her like she was nuts.
She went on to explain that I could give a Valentine to Barry my best friend across the street. She said that my brother Glen could give one to his best friend, Eddie, who was Barry’s brother. My sister Pat was already picking out the ones that she wanted – she knew all the girls in her class and a few of the boys that should get the right one!
I can remember feeling weird and not particularly interested in this stupid project. By this time after school Barry and Eddie would be waiting for Glen and I at the outdoor rink down at the corner. I played forward with Barry and Glen and Eddie were goalies. Without us there would be no Goalies and the one team would not be able to play against Barry and me.
Cutting out stupid cards and making a decision on which boy and or girl should get one from me… was stupid.. just plain stupid. What friend of mine will want a stupid red heart from me!!!? And a guy had to be insane to give one of these things to a girl. You don’t give girls nothing – but maybe poke. A poke made them squeal and hit back… that was way more fun than a giggle. Sheesh!
I am having hot flushes now thinking of the terror that I felt at that precise moment!
That is the reason that today I will do almost anything to forget the terror of that day – and I am sure that is why my brain just simply shuts down any ability to keep a focus on buying some stupid card for my girl friend now. Okay. Okay. She is my wife! We are married okay! But I still have anxiety attacks during week – for the last 61 or 62 years – from sitting at that table to choose a Valentine for some silly girl that was weird!!!!!! And then thinking that my friends from the hockey rink would tease me after they got that stupid card from me. They would tease me all the way into baseball season!
Yep – now standing on the door step of 67 years old I still don’t like Valentine’s Day and I never will. Just because some idiot supposedly sent a girl he loved a card, and his name was Valentine… that idiot was arrested, imprisoned and finally executed because her family wanted nothing to do with the creep Valentine.
And some one wants to convince me that I should do something to tell some girl in my life that I love her with a Valentine. T-H-A-T I-S S-T-U-P-I-D! Read my lips – STUPID and it has been stupid for more than 67 years… I just had it dumped on me when I was about 6 years old.
Please don’t tell me that there are not more men like me out there. They just are either afraid to say the same thing or too darn scarred to do anything about it.
Sure! Sure! I gave my wife Valentines Day cards when we were dating. It seemed to make her happy… okay so I broke down… but now it is different. I won’t pay $7.95 or more for some silly card today that will be in the paper recycling box next week. $7.95 is two Big Bagels, Two chocolate donuts, two large double doubles and an ice cream on the side.
I will concede however because of the internal guilt trip that has been so cruelly laid upon me so long ago.. I will make a red heart out of wood and hang it on the front of our new vehicle! There that will do it! Alida loves the Saturn and what better way could I say I love her than to get a new car! Now that is a MAN THING! ArrrgHph!
So your man will buy or should buy you something for the 14th. Good for him. Don’t you dare delete this before he reads it! He and I need to have coffee some time soon! You might not allow it before the 14th… but there is always next year.
~ Murray Lincoln ~
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