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Monday, April 09, 2007I'm Married To the Lorax"Mister!" he said with a sawdusty sneeze, "I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues, And I'm asking you, sir, at the top of my lungs" -- he was very upset as he shouted and puffed -- "What's that THING you've made out of my Truffula tuft?"* Everyone knows that The Lorax is a thinly veiled environmental message. Still, it remains one of my all-time favorite Dr. Suess gems. I absolutely love reading it out loud. Now, reading The Lorax is one thing. Being married to him is quite another. Yes, I'm talking about Eric. You see, the unseasonable cold snap we've experienced over the past few days has inflicted upon my spouse a deep, psychological wound. Three nights in a row of Deep Freeze have left their mark on him -- and on our trees and shrubs. As in, dead leaves. Everywhere. And Eric, who seems to be spiritually tethered to the trees (a latter day Ent, perhaps), is vicariously feeling their pain. It's beyond ridiculous. I've watched him gazing mournfully out the back window during our morning coffee time, his eyes laced with agony for the languishing trees. I've listened to him lament, ad nauseum, about the plight of the poor spring flowers, the defiled bushes, the unhappy oaks. It was particularly bad while we drove to church on Sunday morning. Try as I might, I couldn't get Eric to get off the subject of the frost-damaged trees we passed along the way. "Eric will you please stop talking about dead things!" I finally said. "It's Easter!" His heart was not moved. "I speak for the trees," he said. Right. So pretty soon I guess he'll be lifting himself up by the seat of his pants and heisting himself through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace. If that's the case, I'm wondering who will do the gardening. Honestly, I've been miffed by the stinky weather, too. I'm sure my lilacs, barely thriving as it is, have lost their opportunity to bloom this season. The trees do look rather pathetic, and I've had to fight hard to not succumb to gloominess on account of the stupid cold weather. (This is April in Tennessee, after all. It's supposed to be warm.) Gee whiz, though. At this rate, I'll be sending Eric to therapy sessions. "It's the trees. I...it's like I can hear them. Crying. Moaning. Like each leaf is a cell in my own body. I can feel them dying. Sometimes I see my wife's lips moving but I can't hear what she's saying. It's the trees. They're screaming so loudly inside my head. I just....I speak for the trees. You know?" Oy. *from THE LORAX by Dr. Seuss, copyright 1971 |
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10of my readers are feeling chatty:
Oh, my.
Your lilacs are okay, I checked them. They speak happiness to me.
:)
What I would give to have a garden once again. If you need, I'll come down and do some of the Springtime dirty work for ya!
At least you can spot the source of the voices in his head.
Belated Happy Easter, Jill! God bless you and your family. =)
LOLOL, my family would relate. I speak for the grass...
Whew, so glad to read it's just that though! When I first started reading I was afraid you were going to say that Eric had joined in on the "global warming is causing this cold snap!" hysteria. ;-)
Our lovely, big tree in the front yard froze too. There are a few sprigs of green around the bottom, but everything else...dead.
I'm greiving too. My magnolia bush was gorgeous and now it makes me think of Chernobyl or something. So sad. And I didn't even get pictures. I'm just sick. And it hits me again every time I see my pitiful yard.
Eric's reply is hilarious!!!!!
Jill, I think I understand what he is feeling. *Don't smack me too hard!*
The wisdom of Dr. Seuss is sorely underappreciated in this day and age.
One Fish,
Two fish,
Red Fish,
Blue Fish.
Thats a lesson in economics and racial tension all at once!
-kaedajnor
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