Like Giving Santa A Piggyback

The holiday is wearing me down.

Throughout this split, I have been lonely and wishing for companionship, but always from some "other". Never from my ex-wife.

Christmas is turning out different.

This was the one holiday we actually had installed traditions into. Mostly since moving to LA, as an attempt to make it seem like Christmas since there was no snow or family.

Now, I am feeling the loss of those.

Along the lines of the lesson I learned on my birthday, I am going out and buying myself a gift. A nice, expensive one too.

Since I got this acting gig, and it pays (which is very important to me), I thought I might honor what I feel is the reason for getting the role. You see, when I read the script, the first thing I thought when reading my character was Daffy Duck.

So, I am going out and getting the three compilation DVD's of the old Looney Tunes cartoons. They have tons of the old cartoons, uncut, on each DVD. Mostly highlighting Bugs, but giving several single DVD's to the others. Daffy is well represented.

I think I am going to buy a stuffed Daffy to go on my dresser next to my stuffed Bozo too. You see Bozo was my hero as a kid, and he is why I became an actor. At the age of 7, I begged my mother to let me take clown classes so I could be Bozo. All she could find were acting classes, and the rest is comedy. That first acting class got me the connections to get me into my first play. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. I played the hunter who is supposed to kill her, but lets her go, and gives the queen a deer's heart instead. Very important role. Also, I had a HUGE crush on the girl who played Dopey, and another very important lesson was learned.

So, in honor of all that, I got a Bozo doll a few years ago, and he watches over me. Now, I think it appropriate to give Daffy his space.

Wow.

Talk about a tangent.

Well, that's good. I was actually starting to tear up writing this, and the thought of that play made me smile a bit. Thank god for ADD, and the emotions that follow.

I also treated myself to another gift.

Chocolate covered cheeries.

You see, when my sister was a kid, just about the time that she could actually have a say in what gifts she got for us, but before she could realize what made a good gift, she bought me for Christmas a box of Choco covrd cheeries. Turned out, I loved it. Loved it so much in fact, I got it as a gift from her for the next three years. The first year that she stopped, I actually missed it.

The other day, in line at the store, I saw a box in the impulse buy section. I grabbed it. These are booze soaked, so it isn't exactly the same, but I like to think that if my sister had really been in tune with me back then, her boxes would have been booze soaked too.

So, memories, memories.