Yep, the title of this post is nicked from the Bee Gees‘ own follow-up album to Saturday Night Fever. Kinda lame album cover, dontcha think – very ’70’s-ish, eh? OK, so the title of this post lacks creativity, but no one ever accused The Great White Shank of being that creative. After this post, I hope you’ll understand why…
Last night, I was sitting on the couch and minding my own business, enjoying watching the Red Sox treat Pedro Martinez and the New York Mets to an old-fashioned, “Welcome-back Petey!” whupping. Tracey was in her usual place at that time of day – in the office with the rabbits, using our $2K+ computer in its primary role (a solitaire game). I had just finished supper and had nothing on my mind other than anticipating Youk getting another hit (which he ultimately did!), when all of a sudden the strongest scent of Easter lillies overwhelmed me. As strong as if I were back at St. Anne’s Episcopal on Easter Sunday. Then, not seconds later, it was gone. Completely.
Immediately, I checked the clock – it 7:22 PM AZ time. The reason I checked was just in case I later found out someone I knew or was close to had died – then I could ask what their time of death was and see if it was one of those spooky Twilight Zone-kinda things. Where could the scent have come from? There was no need to see if it had come from outside – there’s no such thing as an open window or door here in Arizona come late June; heck, the temp was still over 100 at that time. I checked around the corner, and there was Tracey, still absorbed in her game. I knew we had no flowers or even scented candles in the house, so that wasn’t the cause.
The odd thing was, for that brief moment in time, the Sox seemed a million miles away, and I was left with a soft, lingering sense of emptiness – not calm, not sadness, not joy, just the kind of emptiness one feels when someone has left the house and all is suddenly quiet.
Very strange.
Hi Doug! It doesn’t seem strange to me. You smell the scent of Easter lillies and associate it with St. Anne’s. And then experiece a feeling of emptiness. I think someone’s trying to get your attention! Maybe you should have filed this under “religious!”
Your friend, Dona
Comment by Dona — June 30, 2006 @ 3:30 am
Is that THE Dona, the one who up to now has been hesitant to lend her voice at Goodboys Nation? Can’t be, I didn’t think she had it in her ;-).
Well Dona, maybe you’re onto something there – and that’s why I love having you around. Welcome aboard!
Comment by The Great White Shank — June 30, 2006 @ 9:56 am