I joke with Bryant a lot that I am constantly haunted by some things. Hauntings are like seasons with me. For a while last year I couldn't shake turkey vultures, almost drove over two of them. I swear they just show up and start looking in my windows. And then there was the squirrel that was trying to break into my bedroom window for like a month. Then I showed some interest in a stock related to David Beckham and he was everywhere. Okay - so that haunting was a lot less like torture. But when he started showing up in actual news stories of relevance it became almost mocking.
So for the last two months I have been being haunted by Abraham Lincoln. Partly related to a project I am working on - but part of this is just a true Healey haunting. An almost eerie level. Like I could be anywhere on the weekend (a-n-y-w-h-e-r-e) and I could stop and be able to point at either a picture of him, or just his name spelled out. Bryant even started to become weirded out by it.
"Happy Anniversay sweetie, oh, what are those papers you are sitting on? Oh, .. it's the Gettysburg Address. I see. Naturally."
"This marathon sure has traffic backed up... maybe we can exit off the freeway and get on to Emancipation Ave.. Watch out - that Lincoln just cut in our lane. Jerk."
...and that is how my days go by. I have to deal with the fact that I am stuck in an irony whirlpool of coincidence and absurdity and know in my heart that Lincoln will pass and be replaced by some other ridiculous badge of insanity.
And that badge of insanity is now looking like it will be penguins.
Shit, I wouldn't be surprised if one walked right in my office door this very minute. Of course with the Discovery building - one can never be sure what will be around the corner (remember the monkey that flinged poo at the smoothie making table in the atrium? I sure do. probably the second best day I ever had at Discovery).
So last night as I was avoiding Frozen Planet on TV and ignoring that a penguin was able to make it into my audio book and onto the packaging of my cookies - I sighed a big sigh of happiness. Lincoln is almost laid to rest. Goodbye old friend. Enjoy the lounge and don't sit too close to those turkey vultures. They're not good eats.