Monday - Wreaths
Dec. 5th, 2005 11:15 amToday on the drive into work, I noticed Christmas wreaths were everywhere. There was one of the grill of the Metro bus I passed, and on the grills of the SUVs that sat next to me at each stoplight. There was even a very spiffy little wreath on the grill of the BMW parked next to me in the parking garage.
When I passed by the Ferris Wheel, the Angel of Death was holding a Christmas wreath in his hands, looking at it the way you look at a sweater that you pull out of a gift box on Christmas morning, when you are torn between saying "Thank you!" and asking, "Do you still have the receipt for this?"
Smoke curled up from end of his cigarette as he held the wreath in his callused hands and regarded it. Finally, he cracked a half smile and draped the wreath haphazardly on one of the wooden posts next to the exit to the ride he operates. Then, he took a drag on his cigarette and leaned his head back to blow a wreath of his own - a smoke ring rose from his lips into the cold air, dissipating into a haze high above his face.
Happy Holidays from the Grim Reaper.
If you are wondering what I might be like when I'm not observing the Grim Reaper, I've started a more mundane journal as
ninabadina. I can't say that I recommend reading it or anything, unless you are curious about me and the person behind *this* particular blog.
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Date: 2005-12-05 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-05 10:20 pm (UTC)True story, too.
Date: 2005-12-05 10:46 pm (UTC)http://www.snopes.com/horrors/gruesome/hanging.asp
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Date: 2005-12-05 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-05 10:43 pm (UTC)I didn't think so many people would be interested in that one. This is the interesting blog, as far as I'm concerned.