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Monday, April 21, 2014

Thinking on the holiday

It’s the end of another Easter Holiday weekend—four days off with three statutory holidays and two days with trading bans. And that’s almost all I can say about it.

My mother-in-law was staying with us, then on Sunday a niece and her new baby came up and stayed with Nigel’s sister. We all went over to another niece’s place for afternoon tea, and had a lovely, family time. A little shopping thrown in, some meals, and that’s the short version of this weekend.

Originally, I had many other things I was going to talk about, too. I knew that I’d talked about my dad’s stage management of his Good Friday and Easter Sunday church services (that was back in 2009, it turns out), but I didn’t remember that I’d also mentioned what my mother always said on Easter morning when I was a child; had I not checked old posts, I would have mentioned it this year, so that led me to look at what else I’d already said.

Also in 2009, I mentioned a childhood conflation of Easter and President Lincoln’s assassination. I wasn’t planning on mentioning that again, but I was going to talk about the trading bans in place this weekend. Glad I didn’t.

I first talked about this particular holiday weekend back in 2007, including details about the trading restrictions. Two years later, I said, “Personally, I think if we can’t go three and a half days without buying stuff, then there’s something seriously wrong with us.” Two years later, in 2011, I’d reversed my position:
“Today, for the first time, I began to believe that it may be time to end the trading bans on 3½ days of the year. New Zealand is now a modern country in a different age from when the ban originated, and I’m beginning to think that the trading bans belong in the past, too.”
Last year, I took the middle ground—between my selves, as it were. I think my own differing takes on the same issue shows that I wrestle with the correct answer. This year, for the record, I’m back in favour of ending the bans, but I’m not willing to go to the barricades over it.

What this little stroll through my blog’s archives have shown me is that I’ve talked about Easter as an entity from my past, and the current reality of a secular holiday weekend. I’ve never talked about why it suits me perfectly to have a secular Easter, and, in fact, I almost did this year. I decided, ultimately, that was actually a big topic, and one for another day.

It’s a holiday—I don’t feel like thinking that hard right now.

2 comments:

rogerogreen said...

What was that '80s song: "Talking with Myself." No, wait, it was "Dancing with Myself." Same difference, eh?

Arthur (AmeriNZ) said...

Although it's not unusual for me to check to see what I've said before (I don't want to repeat myself—well, not too often…), this is the first time I've found myself contradicting myself. I bet there are others that I just never noticed.

Billy Idol played a venue within easy walking distance from were I was living in Chicago, some 30 years ago, and I almost went. As I recall, the only reason I didn't is becasue I had to do something that night. I did see Frankie Goes to Hollywood there, though. I still have the t-shirt that says, "Frankie say BANG!"