Weekend Adventures

A remarkable time:

On Friday night, I held a feast.

Chicken wings, onion strings and Venison sausage, aged to perfection. There was singing and dancing. There was baseball on the radio and checkers on the table. It was a time of peace and joy before the wonders ahead.

The adventure began on Saturday. While the squirrels chased one another up and down the Maple trees, we set off on bicycles for the Forested Hills, and the Cemetery within. There we played hide and seek with partners immobile. Bemapped and bemused, we wandered across the yard, feeling like pirates on a treasure hunt. I got to meet e.e. cummings and view Snow White in her glass coffin, but Eugene O’Neil remained hidden from sight. The long day meandered into darkness, lit by the words of Alan Moore’s children stories.

Sunday was devoted to the religious experience that only a circus can bring. A husband and wife, 15 years my senior, wrapped themselves in silk ten feet above the ground, and hanging by only their ankles, gently kissed. Jugglers stood across from each other on top of broken glass and calmly spun and caught machetes flickering in the sun. Pirates sang of the joys of freedom, pillaging and… pirate things. There were Gymnasts, brass bands, and hoopers. A contortionist creeped the audience out, and a remarkable man with a flute got the silent, wondering children to laugh and play for ten beautiful minutes.

When it was over, I sat with my loved one and ate Ice Cream until it was gone.

A remarkable time, Indeed.