Sunday, March 02, 2008

Lost the war, concede the battle, win a small victory

The Shade-o-riffic tree is laden with a thick transparent coat of ice and a fresh blanket of snow, the weight of both forces the branches southward.
As I sit on the middle cushion of my big-ugly-comfy couch, blanket wrapped around my knees and feet, holding the over-sized powder blue coffee mug steaming with a freshly poured cup of heavily creamed coffee, I stare. I stare at the branches through my patio doors and will the wind to blow harder. I murmur my secret evil chant to the Global Gods, “blow, wind, blow.” Hoping against all hope that these words will reach up to the snowy, blustery, heavens and the power of my will combined with the powers of my subconscious will make the heavy branches come crashing down to the ground and I will win a small victory against the
Shade-o-riffic tree.
Fall.
Stare longer.
Will the braches to come tumbling down.
See it.
Will it.
Want it.
If I want something bad enough, I need to see it, envision it, isn’t that what all those psycho-babble Oprah-sheep are always espousing? See it, want it, will it.
Wait, am I supposed to write it down? Is “write it down” one of the things they “bah” about?

In my tunnel-vision determination to bring the tree to a shattering cold death, I realize I am missing a crucial step. I place the powder blue coffee mug on a coaster and I search my crappy apartment for a pen and a piece of paper. In my search I wonder if this is how it started for Jack Torrance. How soon did he go crazy after he and his family moved into the Overlook Hotel? How soon? With the vision of “Heeeeere’s, Johnny!” crashing through my door; the crazy one, not Carson, the word “redrum” pours scarlet in my mind. With shock and horror at what I’ve become, a tree hating grad student, I abruptly stop scribbling my missing affirmation on the shredded cover of last semester's environmental public policy book where the crucial words of "wanted dead, not alive," the last step needed to finish my crucifying bullet, falls harmlessly to the floor. I let out a sad, short, disgusted whimper of shame as I shake my head and lower my gaze to the living room carpet where I notice a few lonely speaks of salt and sand combined with several small balls of black sweatshirt fuzz and I realize that in my all consuming one woman staring contest, it has been awhile since I last vacuumed.

I decide that it is time to concede my battle with the Shade-o-riffic tree. It has obviously been here longer than I and it will be here long after I leave, this is victory enough. I raise my coffee mug in a salute and shout, “Live on, you stupid humongous tree! Live on!”

Moments later I dump the corpse of the .5 houseplant into the garbage and change yet another burned-out light bulb in a vain attempt to brighten my perpetually dusk apartment. During the houseplant burial ceremony I vow to kill trees in another more vigorously sinister way; with the printing of research.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Pour some gas around the base of the tree this spring... it will take care of your problem.

ptg said...

I'm an expert at killing trees from the old house...you can always inject them! LOL

Beautifully written piece though. You're so good at short stories!

ptg said...

I'm an expert at killing trees from the old house...you can always inject them! LOL

Beautifully written piece though. You're so good at short stories!

GirlGoyle said...

Why so animate about killing the tree? What's it done to you but bring you shade and shelter from the elements. How about opting for a trim as opposed to a kill?

limpy99 said...

Personally, I like trees. But then, I don't live in a perpetually frozen waste-land, longing for any glimpse, however small, of the sun.

So if I were you I'd buy a chainsaw.

Party Girl said...

Anon: ..and the flames from the fire would melt some of this snow and ice....ta dah!

Ptg: Thanks! I've heard that if you shoot bullets into a tree it will die of lead poisoning...hmm...

GG: I'm all for the giving tree. However, did you see where I've lost 4 houseplants because my apartment is so dark? Living in an apartment that is cool from the sun, but I have to have my lights on all the time...c'mon.

Limpy: I love trees, I really do, just not the one immediatly outside my third floor apartment.