April 24 is Firefly Day, named in honor of the 2002 television show “Firefly.” The button is a quote from the show’s theme song. “Firefly” was supposed to run for seven seasons and had a passionate fandom, but Fox canceled it and broke hearts everywhere.
In 2012, I was housesitting at Green Acres while Lynne was out of town. (She’s living in her fourth home since those days. That seems impossible.) I had my laptop with me and was using it to watch “Firefly” on Netflix. I’d heard a lot about it in previous years, and Tom had watched it and thought I’d probably like it, though it wasn’t my usual fare.
The year before that, 2011, I blogged a magnetic poetry poem every day, and because I was doing those, Marika sent me a box of “Firefly” magnetic words and phrases. Of course they made no sense to me until after I began watching the show, but even before that, they were fun to drop randomly inside my poems.
Flash forward to 2017, when I lost a lot of my magnetic words in the Harvey flood. The “Firefly” words were safe. They’re still here. In honor of the show and its fans who continue to love the show’s single season and one movie twenty years later, I give you a poem using “Firefly” magnets.
My parents were married on April 24. I wonder what they’d have made of the space Western. Daddy loved Westerns (books, movies, TV shows), and we all watched Westerns on TV growing up. I wouldn’t have called my mother a fan of space shows at all, except that one of the times she lived with us, Tom was watching “Star Trek: The Next Generation.” (I was usually writing in another room.) One time when Tom wasn’t home to watch TNG, she said, “How will we find out what happens next?” which is when I knew she was only pretending to read while he had the show on.
She might have liked “Firefly,” too.
I have never watched Firefly, though I have heard of it.
My grandparents were great Western fans and would often watch them of an afternoon.
Four homes in ten years is full-on!
Ha! I should find the list numbering the moves my mother made in the years after my father died. It was like a hobby to her–move, make the new place exactly like she wanted it, get bored, move again. Lynne’s a lightweight by comparison.
Shiny! I have been wAsh during my stay here “I’m a leaf on the wind, see how I soar.”
A more hopeful image than the image of a leaf in a certain Beach Boys song. Soar on!