Carnival’s over. Lent’s starting. Excess before ritually giving something up.
Which, really, it’s the same energy as a New Year’s resolution. What do you want to give up doing, what do you want to be doing more of? Not surprising now that I think about it, since Carnival is basically a Lunar New Year celebration.
I’m looking at the calendar on my wall, which is woefully empty of days I noted exercising upon during the past week. And I’m standing here at my computer with a sport bra on because I am about to exercise, and I’m thinking about how several days of having my routine interrupted by parades and festivities is making all my habits stop; I’m consciously choosing to resume trying to exercise more days than not.
But first I find it important to go put this collection of beads and light-up trinkets I caught at Hermes on my bike, and finally clean up the headlight I got that came with dead batteries inside it and put that on there too.
Old beads, faded, nasty. The various blinky trinkets I had have been lost, one by one. The last one got handed to a small child who was driving her new battery-powered motorcycle around and was demanding it. I relented and let her have it, she clearly needed Hermes’ blessings for tha ything more than I do.
These are two years old, I think. They’ve seen a lot of weather.
This pillow normally sits atop the stool in front of my computer; the stuffed dragon lives on a bookshelf. But he’s been guarding these beads and trinkets that I caught out of the air last week at Hermes. When they hit the ground they lose a lot of the magic that was imbued in them by being thrown off a float by a drunk guy with a mask and a giant light-up H on his chest. If that’s not an authentic priest of Hermes I dunno what is.
And heres Falcor with his beads refreshed and a light-up foot firmly attached. And a new light in the front that’s firmly screwed on so it’s a lot harder for random tweakers to steal it when I’m parked in the Quarter.
I guess I should stop procrastinating on exercising now.