Next year at Christmas, when I unpack decorations, and after the tree has been decorated for days, when I suddenly shriek, “AAIIEEEE!!! WHERE ARE MY BEATLES ORNAMENTS?!? They are GONE, GONE!”
Maybe someone will say, “Simmer down, Becky. You didn’t put them with the other ornaments. Instead, you gently wrapped them in tissue paper and put them in your Beatles ‘lunchboxes’ that will never be used as lunchboxes but are in front of your oblivious face every time you sit at your laptop and write.”
Thank you, whoever remembers this better than I will.
Leave a post-it on your desk to remind you to check your journal!
I must send you some tat from Blighy. Union flag baubles – that sort of thing. I wonder if there will be any Platinum Jubilee Christmas ornaments…?
Poor post-it note wouldn’t survive a year– much like my memory of where I put these ornaments.
I love the little Underground tin I picked up somewhere and placed between the two Beatles lunchbox tins. Tim has a few mementos of England sent by someone from LJ many years ago. Don’t know if it was you.
No, it wasn’t me – although it probably should have been.
What date is your birthday?
March 26 is my birthday.
You could always skip to December First, Teenty-Two, and write a note to look inside a Beatles Box while singing “Twist and Shout” at top of your vocal cords. That should trigger some happy dancin’ in the street vibes this world lost long ago.
The LGBTA at my university used to hold a dance club style fundraiser for AIDS with DJs from the gay bars that volunteered. It was fun, but the religion student groups caught wind of that and so…
oh well
Tale as old as time…
If I ever looked at calendars and planners, I wouldn’t miss everyone’s birthdays. It’s a pretty hopeless concept for me–and not at all the way I used to be. I think I finally just got old and tired.