Did I Miss a Meeting?
Since I’ve been on a confusion trip of late, recent events have not helped much. The Christmas in July phenomenon has also been a mind bender. I’ve never heard of it, myself. I stared at the view presented above for awhile, dumbfounded, then got out of the trailer to see if this was a solo mental blowout. It wasn’t.
Okayyyy! I cautiously backed inside the Defiant again, reflected a moment, and locked the door as a precaution. Then I got online and looked up this camp’s Activities Page. It was there, right alongside the dog parades and corn boils. That was kind of a relief, since it wasn’t me. It was them. I Googled the term and found to my amazement that Christmas in July is not a new thing. It’s a dumb excuse for a quasi-holiday with a history, however aberrant or pointless. It’s merely that lady in the high school or corporate lunchroom who wore one holiday decoration or button after another as time went on, jumping from one to the next at an exhausting pace. There are more of her out there, it seems, and they’ve been inventing new ones.
And, the ones living in RVs apparently have storage space to spare. That’s the impressive part. I’m currently up to the gunnels with the last of my old R/C model car racing equipment, having unpacked it to catalog and photograph it for a collector in Racine, Wisconsin. We’ll see how that goes. All of it is obsolete and most of it is virtually worthless of course, but a few items are not. Now that I’m in a position where every buck counts, it’s carried along until I can properly pass it on to some unfortunate victim. They too are out there. At any rate, if I faint and fall down, the odds are much better than even that I’ll topple onto boxes or parts cases to break my fall. That would be a comfort, except that the odds are also much better than even that I’ll actually fall because I tripped over some of it as well. Christmas in July accouterments are just going to have to wait.