As I drove down some dark backstreets this evening, just after I left the hotel where today's client meeting was held, I had a treat. These streets are near a creek that has, with our recent heavy rains, become very full. The wild and volunteer vegetation surrounding the creek, as well as the trees and the manicured hedges in the yards of nearby houses, has grown thick and lush and beautiful.
It seems the environment has become ideal, at least for tonight, for lightening bugs! I saw hundreds and hundreds of them, glowing for just a moment before 'going dark' and then popping up with a vapor-green light a few feet away. I haven't seen so many lightening bugs since I was a child. And I rarely see them at all. So, this was a great treat for me. And it calmed me, gave me an opportunity to relax and unwind.
My encounter with the lightening bugs, and their calming effect on me, was a good thing, because I was ready to strangle a gaggle of women to whom I had just listened for hours as they talked about their bargain purchases from Sam Moon. Sam Moon is a store that appeals primarily to psychotically consumptive women who, when they talk of their economic exploits, sound for all the world like erstwhile starving dingos yelping as they rip the flesh off of long-dead animals, feeding their frenzied hunger with anything rank and nasty and miserable. These beasts turn into pirahanas, their razor-sharp teeth ripping through anything and anyone who come between them and the target of their economic affections.
My reaction to these conspicuously consumptive deviants, these Imelda Marcus clones who believe "more stuff" is their ticket to heaven, was to wish I could make them go cold-turkey. Drop the cash, cut up the credit card, and make them rely on bartering to satisfy their need for fixes of "more stuff."
But I'm home now. Another similar meeting tomorrow, I'm afraid. Another mention of Sam Moon may send me over the edge. Rescue me from the bowels of hell, for that's where I think I am when I am with them!
2 comments:
Good to hear that your weekends will be *free* after this one. Also, that you got to see lightening bugs, or fireflies as we call them up here. They're always a bit magical to see. This summer, they seemed to be around for longer than most year - perhaps because we've had so much rain. In dry summers, we barely see any.
I've never heard of Sam Moon, but I doubt I'd like it. I avoid shopping as much as possible. If everyone were like me, no doubt the economy would be on its ass. (-:
Good luck. Hope you made it through your last meeting without being driven mad with Sam Moon chitter-chatter.
Bev, we call them fireflies here, too...among other things. I guess my choice of terminology is based on the day of the week. The economy would be in the toilet were I responsible for it, too...I am becoming anti-collector. Isabelita, "the Market" is doing enormous damaage...the question is how we convince the Sam Moon addicts that they really don't need all that crap.
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