I picked up the newspaper today and noticed that the lead article
was all about how much I loved you.
I read to the bottom of the page and then it read: “Turn to
Page 10.” I didn’t want to. I wanted to read the sports
page, and to see all about the new Indiana Jones movie. Something
about a crystal globe. I don’t think that they’re really
trying very hard anymore.
But,
I was on an airplane to Iceland — don’t ask me why; I don’t
know — and so I turned to the entertainment section, not the
destinations section (that always seems to be about Iceland) but —
I was too late. Every article in the entertainment section was all
about how much I loved you. Grrrrr. So I saved Indiana Jones
for last — as I mentioned before I didn’t have a good feeling
about it — but lo and behold, there it was: INDIANA JONES
AND THE CRYSTAL GLOBE and all the film crew talked about was how
the production had been postponed — again — because of how
much I loved you. Even the picture there was a craggy-faced Harrison
Ford giving me the stink eye: I don’t need that! I am in love!
But with whom? I don’t know. A little sweaty is how I am beginning
to feel. Ripping past the sports section and its endless articles
about steroid use and how much I love you, or maybe just about loving
steroid use, or maybe just about you.
All I know for certain is that the Destinations section is all about
Iceland again — trolls that haunt, Christmas cats eating naked
children, and a delicious concoction of orange fizzy soda and malt
extract that often lead, inexplicably, to feelings that are redolent
and abundant, feelings that don’t go away, feelings you just
can’t understand.
