I’ve had an absolutely terrible day. To say it was a Monday is a gross understatement. It was Monday cubed.
It began with my car acting like it was possessed by something otherworldly. It wouldn’t start but insisted on flashing all of the dash lights, strobing brake lights like a police car’s light bar, locking the doors, and making a horribly loud ticking sound.
After messing with it for way too long, I called the office to tell them I’d be late and woke my husband to take me to work. Jim is not a morning person. He takes a long time to wake up. Therefore, it took me several minutes to get him to the point of leaving.
I walked into my office twenty minutes late, and my day nose-dived from there. Jim called a mechanic friend and was advised to change the battery on my car. The one that was in it was installed in May of 2019. His friend explained that all of the electronics do funky thinks when they get low voltage. Funky was definitely happening. It was like something out of a fantasy or horror story.
So, I decided to share one of my favorite nonsense poems again. It always makes me smile, and my car’s behavior this morning would have been right at home in Wonderland.
I present my favorite Lewis Carroll poem from his book, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, Jabberwocky. For those of you unfamiliar with Carroll’s work, Jabberwocky is the quintessential nonsense poem.
Jabberwocky By Lewis Carroll
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
It’s important to take time for your mental health and happiness. I read beautiful and silly poetry when I need to calm down and return to myself. Today was a prime example of that need.
How do you relax?
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