Anecdote: Tammiy and I were singing along with Indigo Girls in the kitchen. The song was “Prince of Darkness”. My mother, a prude if ever there was one, draped her face in shock and said, “GIRLS! Do you KNOW who the Price of Darkness IS? Why are you SINGING about him?!” Tammiy and I started laughing! Yes, Mother, we know who the P o’ D is and the song is about not being subjected to him, duh! It’s not like a hymn of worship or something. It’s a great song. Still one of my favorites. Think I’ll listen to it now while writing this post. Totes apropos.
(♫”My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark, and I do not feel the romance, I do not feel the spark.…”♫)
So for the trail today I dragged my poor little Connor into the Monument and up the Devil’s Kitchen trail. It was maybe 10 degrees. Yes, we were both bundled up but little man has tiny fingers. He was a good sport and we had fun talking about bunny footprints in the snow and how they are different from the mouse footprints and the cat footprints. We saw XC ski tracks and everything!
(♫”But I tried to make this place my place, I ask for providence to smile upon me with his sweet face….”♫)
Connor is just too adorable for words sometimes. He insists on holding my hand, my “broken” hand. He kept kissing it better. About 200 yards down the trail he had to “take a seat to rest” and when he did he wiped his gloved-hand across his forehead with a “whew” sound.
We pressed on and talked about where the little animals probably sleep, and about how we would have hot cocoa when we got home, and about how Connor is sad that Super Connor (his imaginary individual) isn’t really alive but how he wishes he was because then if anyone was rude Super Connor would turn them into something that couldn’t be rude anymore.
(♫”The dreams came in like needy children tugging at my sleeve. I said I have no way of feeding you, so leave.…”♫)
It was a truly enjoyable little excursion. We only made it to the stairs before turning around, and piggy-backing Connor most of the way back, but it’s the little times like this that really bring joy into my life. I love my little man!
(♫”And I will not be a pawn for the Prince of Darkness any longer….”♫)
Okay- now for the daily rant. Human beings are inherently creative. Why then do we need to use the word “Devil” in so many of our outdoor area/trail names!?! I did Devil’s Kitchen this morning, right? Yesterday I was in Arches, home to Devil’s Garden. Dave and I hiked up Devil’s Canyon on Monday. There’s a really fun DH route just outside of Blanding, UT near the Devil’s Canyon campground. There’s Devil’s Racetrack in the San Rafael Swell….
The list could continue for a mile. But I’m just too busy for that. All I’m saying is- let’s get a little more creative, people! The Devil has many other names! Let’s use a few more of those! How about Lucifer? Satan? Baal Davar? Beelzebub? Iblis? The Evil One? El Diablo? Prince of Darkness? (for more names…here)
Okay. Rant completed. Now going to sit here next to my little angel and get some actual work done!