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Easter morning sky.
I’m
not sure how else to live anymore. Except on a prayer.
I’ve
been known to say about some of my endeavors that we’re flying by the seat of
our pants, the grace of God, and the power of prayer.
I’m
spinning so many plates right now … well … I’ve lost count but I think we’ve
busted out the good china and the everyday and the salad plates and the holiday
plates and the backup extra fun stuff for parties and a few paper plates on top
of that. I’m buried in plates. And stress.
Relying
on the power of prayer.
Some
of those plates are being uncooperative this week. The thought of launching into
a Greek dance while throwing plates against the wall crossed my mind, which led
me to locate the following on Wikipedia, the reliable research source of
everything …
The custom probably derives from an ancient
practice of ritually "killing" plates on mourning occasions,
as a means of dealing with loss. Breaking plates may also be related to the
ancient practise of conspicuous consumption, a display of one's wealth, as plates or
glasses are thrown into a fireplace following a banquet instead
of being washed and reused.
In 1969, the military dictatorship of Georgios
Papadopoulos, that had suspended democracy and ruled Greece autocratically from
1967 to 1974, banned plate smashing to the great disappointment of Greeks and
foreign tourists alike. While it is no longer officially allowed at Greek
nightclubs, it still happens occasionally. For private celebrations such as
weddings, modern Greeks may purchase specially-produced plaster plates,
which are less expensive and dangerous, while being more easily broken. Another
modern variation on the custom is for diners at small Greek restaurants or tavernas to buy
trays of flowers that they can throw at singers and each other.
[Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plate_smashing]
Trays
of flowers. As in they throw the flowers only? Not the tray? Remind me to
practice my flowerpot-ducking skills if I’m ever called upon to sing in a
Greek taverna. Because this is a huge possibility. You know it is.
Did
you catch the part about throwing plates and glasses into the fireplace to
avoid washing them? My grandmother, may she rest in peace, would be appalled.
She would have a full on conniption. A hissy fit even. She was well known for washing
and reusing red plastic Solo cups. Everyone had their own assigned cup for
yeeeeaaarrrrssss, with their name written on it in black Sharpie.
Frugality
is admirable, especially when livin’ on a prayer, but hey.
Plates.
Prayers. Jon Bon Jovi.
I
have so many plates going this week that I told one of my writing partners in
crime what she could do for me was … continue praying and … name the blog
theme. Which she very kindly did. She has a few plates of her own spinning.
I
just saw this on the same Wikipedia page. This is information you need to know,
people. I’m here not only to inspire but to educate as well.
In Part I of The Love Boat S6 E18 episode (February 5, 1983)
titled: "Isaac's Aegean Affair/The Captain and the Kid/Poor Rich Man/The
Dean and the Flunkee," Gopher initiates plate smashing in a Greek
restaurant.
[Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plate_smashing]
Yes.
From
what I’ve found on the interwebs today, apparently there is some support for
making “Livin’ on a Prayer” the official state song of New Jersey. Did you know
New Jersey is the only state without an official song of any kind? The only
one! A song was approved by the legislature many years ago but never signed
into law by the governor. Any governor. Never. And nothing by Bon Jovi. Nothing
by Springsteen.
It’s
also worth noting in the midst of today’s stream of consciousness
Wikipedia-researched musings that “Livin’ on a Prayer” appeared on the album “Slippery
When Wet”.
Yep.
I’ll
be over here keeping the plates spinning while sliding gracefully around the
slippery floor.
Livin’
on a prayer.
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Keep looking up.
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For more thoughts on Livin’ On a Prayer
and 80s hair bands from my writing partners, see Sue Bowles at
bebold7.wordpress.com and Leisa Herren at life4inga.blogspot.com.
Once
upon a time
Not
so long ago
Tommy
used to work on the docks
Union’s
been on strike
He’s
down on his luck…it’s tough, so tough
Gina
works the diner all day
Working
for her man, she brings home her pay
For
love - for love
She
says we’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
‘cause
it doesn’t make a difference
If
we make it or not
We’ve
got each other and that’s a lot
For
love - we’ll give it a shot
Whooah,
we’re half way there
Livin’
on a prayer
Take
my hand and we’ll make it - I swear
Livin’
on a prayer
Tommy’s
got his six string in hock
Now
he’s holding in what he used
To
make it talk - so tough, it’s tough
Gina
dreams of running away
When
she cries in the night
Tommy
whispers baby it’s okay, someday
We’ve
got to hold on to what we’ve got
'cause
it doesn’t make a difference
If
we make it or not
We’ve
got each other and that’s a lot
For
love - we’ll give it a shot
Whooah,
we’re half way there
Livin’
on a prayer
Take
my hand and we’ll make it - I swear
Livin’
on a prayer
We’ve
got to hold on ready or not
You
live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got
Whooah,
we’re half way there
Livin’
on a prayer
Take
my hand and we’ll make it - I swear
Livin’
on a prayer
~ Bon
Jovi’s “Livin’ On a Prayer”
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