When I went on my walk in the Meserve Preserve yesterday, the stumps were looking rather photogenic.
Stumps will do that in January.
I don't know where my FB friend, Eileen Shields of Dublin, Ireland, gets her stuff, but she's good at it.
Might be that she has time. She posted the photo above on Facebook with a label indicating 36th day of lockdown.
I believe this is Ireland's third lockdown during the Pandemic, which means those folks have a LOT of time on their hands.
I often steal stuff from her Facebook posts, and, this morning, thought the photo above was perfect for this last day of January.
Anything that makes us laugh is good these days. Often the absurd does just that.
Upon seeing Eileen's photo, I first thought of a beauty pageant I helped orchestrate as the Ponderette drill team adviser at Sandpoint High School.
I've mentioned it before---a time or two---but thoughts of the contestants always makes me laugh.
We called it the MISS Ellaneous Pageant, with the object being to pick the young lady who best exemplified MISS Ellaneous qualities.
Well, we never found one among the many talented participants who demonstrated skills befitting their names, or not!
Among the group were Miss Fortune who carried her money around and showed it off.
MISS Taken just couldn't get anything right.
Miss Matched wore an assortment of garage sale items that clashed.
Miss Spelled could not spell simple words like "a."
Miss Adventure donned liederhausen and climbed a not-so-tall ladder.
Miss Shapen ate a large bowl of spaghetti. She even received accompaniment with recorded and well-time belches to go along with each bite.
Miss Behavior demonstrated a bad attitude.
Miss Quito danced around the stage attempting to suck blood.
I can't remember all the contestants, but I do know there were some potential candidates that we did not deem appropriate for a family audience.
Well, we went through the talent phase and then the personal interviews, and finally, chose the winner, whom I believe bypassed the requirements.
Much anticipation, maybe even a drumroll preceded the announcement for the winner of the MISS Ellaneous Pageant.
And, the winner is . . . .
MISS ing.
Her escort showed, but she did not.
Twas an easy contest for presenting awards, as there was no one to receive them.
A good time was had by all but MISS ing, I think!
Another event evolved out of absurd desperation as often happens in the long, boring, blah month of January.
Sensing a worse than usual first month of the year and writing a regular column for The River Journal at the time, with nothing to write about, I searched my crazy brain and, in order to fulfill the column requirements, launched the first-annual Chick-o-Stick Eating Contest, to be held at Bonner Mall on Jan. 31 as a celebration for surviving what I believe to be the worst month of the year.
And, by golly, it turned out okay, cuz we turned it into a donation drive for items to be sent to the troops in Iraq. We had help from the local veterans and several other good-spirited folks.
Plus, thanks to the folks who produce Chick-o-Sticks, we had plenty of product for the eating contest.
I think we had almost double figures among the enthusiastic, sweet-toothed contestants.
And, we had fun. Plus, January was over for another year.
So, in celebration, today I do believe it's a good day to be a Chick-o-Stick lover.
I'll have to go for a drive and find a convenience store with Chick-o-Sticks in the candy collection.
To celebrate the end of this month, I invite people around the world, maybe even in Ireland, to find a Chick-o-Stick, chomp into it and chew away January.
Happy Sunday from Absurd Land.
And, guess what? Tomorrow's February!
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