remember the speech about baseball in field of dreams? the one where james earl jones' character is explaining about the constancy of baseball?
"The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball.
America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers.
It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again.
But baseball has marked the time.
This field, this game, is part of our past, Ray.
It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again . . ."
baseball changes every year - sometimes the yankees don't win - but the game is mostly the same, the important parts have stayed the same, and we are reminded of the times that were while we are in the middle of the now, and we bless those hours spent under the sun or in front of the television under air conditioning beating away the summer heat. in the bad times the constants are our comforts, in the good times they are old friends and we are just hanging out, spending some time.
sometimes the constant is a movie we watch and rewatch, a book whose pages we flip through once again. we are there in the past and we are here in the present and it holds us close and still for the time we need. lord of the rings, all 3 parts back to back, will do that for me. anne of green gables, all the books right in a row. and this year, a new constant. sex and the city.
after my mother died, i would go by her house on the weekends to pack or clean a little, to keep skye the cat company, and one weekend i found a sex and the city marathon on tv. all day. all the way up to the last best episode where she wears that fabulous blue dress and big saves the day, and it was the perfect background noise. i knew all the lines already, all the clothes, all the shoes, no surprises in store, and i could sit down and watch an episode when i needed a break. by the time that last episode came on, i was done, exhausted, and i sprawled on my mother's couch and i was in paris with carrie and brooklyn with miranda and happy happy to be in both places.
the next weekend they did it again. another marathon. another day spent with no surprises and lots of cosmopolitans and wondering if people in new york could really get away with dressing like that. it was wonderful and i blessed the powers that be.
yesterday i was 4 days into 4 days off and they did it again. so i spent the day doing nothing but laundry and watching tv and it was the very best day off of all. this time at my house with skye the cat on my couch, this time the memories of the show including memories of mother's house. like baseball, changed but mostly the same. the important parts were still there - carrie still found her necklace and she still wore that dress. it was fabulous.