It's the last time we will ever have February 28, 2023. What once was the future is now the past. Two months down (almost) and what a cool month it was. I got to play music with my son, saw a ton of growth in my students, and had a lot of good times with the family and our friends. Looking forward to March, too.
Here is the next installment of Mary...
The next morning, Mary thought she would spend an hour or two doing some yoga on the porch. She loved starting a Sunday morning off with some yoga and as a longtime practitioner, she was able to practice anywhere there was enough space. She was excited to break the porch in, as they say.
Mary got her mat and began to slowly stretch out before getting into her first pose. She felt a slight breeze, which was odd, because it was a calm morning. She turned her head and sure enough, the phantom fan was spinning. Mary was sure it had not been spinning when she stepped onto the porch a few minutes earlier, but it was certainly spinning now.
Mary slipped back into the house and grabbed the remote from the kitchen counter. She walked back outside, pointed the remote at the fan, and pushed the off button.
She pushed the button again. Nothing. Again. Nothing.
Normally, Mary was pretty calm, but this was getting ridiculous.
"Fuck! Turn off you son of a bitch. Fuckin' Randy!!!"
Mary thought about throwing the remote across the backyard, but she didn't. Instead she took a deep breath decided to try and refocus herself and get back into the yoga frame of mind. It was not going to be easy. She decided to start with some morning meditation instead.
It didn't work, though, and Mary found herself fixating on the indignant fan. She thought to herself, "Why?" She knew Randy had checked it out and it had worked fine for him. She thought about calling him, but she didn't want to bother him on a Sunday morning.
Instead, she walked into the house and sat on her couch before turning on the TV. Maybe she would do some yoga later.
Mary flipped through the channels and settled on an old Martin Sheen movie that was on TCM. It was called The Believers and it had to do with voodoo or something. Mary was a fan of the elder Sheen and got wrapped up in the film pretty quickly. In the movie, Sheen discovers that the bad guys are sacrificing child as part of spree of ritual murders around New York City.
While she was watching the movie, Connie texted her.
"Watching a Martin Sheen movie. Avoiding the porch."
"The fan. I hate the fan."
"Still acting weird?"
"Yep. At least this movie is pretty good."
"What's it about?"
"Ritual murders and some nonsense."
"Call me when it's over."
Mary focused on the movie and it occurred to her that maybe she needed to make some sort of sacrifice to the fan. Maybe that would work. She laughed at the notion, but also looked out the kitchen window to see if the fan was in motion and it was.
(to be continued)
See you tomorrow.
I have no idea why I was so happy. I think this might have been my 50th birthday. I don't know.