Muffit
July 31st, 2003, 08:33 PM
You’ve all heard of Yin and Yang. But how about Yen and Yon? Both are archaic terms, one for desire, the other for things out of reach. Our lives are somehow controlled by them. The constant desire for things we cannot have, or hope to have.
Christmas of 1962 is a time I will never forget. You see, we were dawdling around some stores sometime in the middle of the year, and my eyes fell upon an object of true yen. You may remember if you’re old enough. Milton Bradley had launched a series of board games called the American Heritage Series. If I remember right, it consisted of Battlecry, Dogfight, Hit the Beach and Broadside. These were games any young kid would love to have in those days (and me being a board game nut, I was fair game indeed!). The boxes were displayed open topped so you could see the contents. Little plastic biplanes, and ships with removable sails. I just /had/ to have one! But the price was high for those days and my pleas to my mom fell on deaf (but ever-patient) ears.
But little does a child know, the workings of a mom’s mind are those of a careful planner of a child’s happiness. She feigned disinterest in front of me to my sadness (and thus my yen became an object of yon), but secretly inside she was doing what mother’s do best, deceive with intent to surprise.
And so Christmas came in 1962 and what I never expected was there under the tree, my mom coaxing me mightily to open one of them. To my extreme delight I received not one but /two/ of the craved games! It was a Christmas I will always remember.
This Christmas of 2003 I had hoped to open a different kind of package: a new episode of a show I loved so dearly. But BSG the way I have dreamed of it for 25 years is not to be this Christmas.
Too bad my mom isn’t in the film business :).
Affectionately and respectfully,
Muffit
Christmas of 1962 is a time I will never forget. You see, we were dawdling around some stores sometime in the middle of the year, and my eyes fell upon an object of true yen. You may remember if you’re old enough. Milton Bradley had launched a series of board games called the American Heritage Series. If I remember right, it consisted of Battlecry, Dogfight, Hit the Beach and Broadside. These were games any young kid would love to have in those days (and me being a board game nut, I was fair game indeed!). The boxes were displayed open topped so you could see the contents. Little plastic biplanes, and ships with removable sails. I just /had/ to have one! But the price was high for those days and my pleas to my mom fell on deaf (but ever-patient) ears.
But little does a child know, the workings of a mom’s mind are those of a careful planner of a child’s happiness. She feigned disinterest in front of me to my sadness (and thus my yen became an object of yon), but secretly inside she was doing what mother’s do best, deceive with intent to surprise.
And so Christmas came in 1962 and what I never expected was there under the tree, my mom coaxing me mightily to open one of them. To my extreme delight I received not one but /two/ of the craved games! It was a Christmas I will always remember.
This Christmas of 2003 I had hoped to open a different kind of package: a new episode of a show I loved so dearly. But BSG the way I have dreamed of it for 25 years is not to be this Christmas.
Too bad my mom isn’t in the film business :).
Affectionately and respectfully,
Muffit