That is right, darlings. Today is April Fools Day, where we ask ourselves whether or not we are just April Fools. Or even April's Fools.
This is a tough month for me, personally. Tomorrow, I go to the dentist, which is bad enough, but it also happens to be the 46th anniversary of my mother's death. One never forgets especially as I was so emotionally young at the time, though I was 24. The next day marks the year anniversary of my friend, Steve, who suffered a terrible, cancerous death. Saturday is the year anniversary of my fall on Ovington Avenue that nearly sent me to the hospital. As well as the anniversary of the passing of my sister's husband. April 22 is the anniversary--47 years, just one year before her daughter--of my maternal grandmother.
So, April is not exactly a great month for me or our family. T. S. Eliot, in his opening to his poetic masterwork, "The Waste Land," remarked that it is the "cruelest month," and I agree.
But there is also Easter, the annual screening of "The Song Of Bernadette," and this coming Thursday, we are seeing the Broadway musical "Smash." Will it be such? I will let you know.
And I have so much to write about that I did not get to in March, so perhaps this will help to distract me from the malaise that is April.
For the rest of you, I wish a happy, sunny and bright April.
Think of Judy Garland and Fred Astaire doing "When The Midnight Train Leaves For Alabam," in 1948's "Easter Parade!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Happy April, everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!