Flimsy Whimsy: Fire
Have you ever pondered what it is about fire that is so captivating? Kids around campfires get all zombie-like just staring at it. Youâd think it was Halloween candy or the first sight of a girlâs you-know-what down that open short sleeved blouse.
Children play âpoke it with a stickâ as if it were a turtle. Drunken immature teenagers and older still wannabe ones hang like statues around the bonfire allowing the smoke to seep into their expensive clothes and freshly shampooed hair, all the while watching the errant sparks miss their open toed sandals by mere inches.
Folk in cozy cabins and rich mansions alike can look at a fireplace as though something was going to happen. I feel like screaming âNothingâs going to happen!â Heck, some TV stations even run a video of it during the Yule season. How captivating is that? Dragons are attacking … morphing from the screen. Faces in the flames. Dancers on the coals. Santa burned his toes. Flames flicker fluently up the flue. Spiders thinking it was a great place to hibernate change their spidey minds. Surely to goodness there is something better to do!
âOh what did you guys do last night?â asked Merv.
âWe watched that captivating fireplace on Channel 10. It was the best show I seen all winter.â
âMe too!â screamed Merv, with the pleasure of a two year old on a plastic white Shetland
An acne â faced teenager can take a lighter and flick it, shake it out, then flick it again for 123 times straight without moving an eyelash or a buttock. If only he could apply his thumb in even slightly more productive ways, the world might be a busier place.
Itâs frustrating. I donât get it. But gosh be darned did I love blowing out those candles on birthday cakes!