Warnings in December 2005

It creeps up on me all the time, no pun intended. The time of course. It creeps. Month after month and it feels like only a day separates my deadlines. Nights fade into mornings and mornings into nights. What day is it anyway? I’m awake at seven in the morning and exhausted at eleven. Then it’s two o’clock in the bar, and I order another round. Maybe it’s that I don’t have a day off, maybe it’s that I’m stupid—stupid probably. Wasn’t it just a week ago that I had to go home for my third shower, I was so sweaty? Now I’m wearing my knock-off leather jacket I bought on Wulin road. I got a scarf around my head making me look like an extra for a Star Wars movie. Hey, bald is beautiful, but it sure isn’t warm. Damn the time. I feel like I’m in an H.G. Wells novel. And now the holidays are coming. For some odd reason, they always come much faster than expected. Is it a good thing that we don’t have all the hype? This month I warn all of you to take the time when it needs to be taken. It doesn’t matter where you’re from, who you’re with or what statue you spit fire onto. Holidays are a necessary thing. Time should be taken to rest and reflect a bit.

I used to blow through the holidays with no regard. Yeah, I made a phone call or two, but I really didn’t pay attention to them as much as I should have. I went to work, did my thing and passed them off as just some other day. Presents? Ha, I needed no possessions. Five, four, three, two, one… more beer for me. The New Year was just a new number to clog my head with. I needed none of it, so I thought. Strange things then started to occur. All my months began to blur, and all my days were then confused. I couldn’t see the excitement and didn’t feel the glow. That water truck that goes around town playing Jingle Bells no longer made me upset. Jingle Bells in August? Why not? It’s a nice song. The Santa on the bar wall was funny. Then one day a friend had a birthday. There were no wishes from my dateless head and that friend was lost. He was kind of a sensitive dickhead anyway, but he did make me think about things. I changed and this year I’m again going to take a few days to let those sugar dumplings float in my head. I’m going to eat till my skin stretches, set no alarm clock, and worry about nothing except the toast to the host. We’ve got some holidays coming up. Take the time. It’s good for the glow.

By Tim Hoerle