With the hymn still playing, the screen goes black briefly.The humor in this, of course is that Mickey comes home with a "starter kit" for becoming Catholic. After hearing good news from the doctor that he doesn't have cancer he's ecstatic upon leaving the hospital. Until it hits him - he's going to die someday. And then what?
Mickey opens the door, the light from a hallway illuminating
him. He's just entered his apartment. He closes the door
and walks through his dark foyer; he carries a brown bag.
He switches on the light, and walking past his spiral
staircase, past several framed pictures on the wall, he
makes his way to his living room coffee table. Mickey pulls
a crucifix out of the bag; he looks at it, then puts it on
the table near a pile of books and some objets d'art. He
then takes out a copy of the New Testament, putting it on
top of the crucifix. Then out comes a framed picture of a
saint. It too gets put on the growing pile. But the bag is
not yet empty. Next comes a large loaf of Wonder Bread and
a large jar of Hellman's mayonnaise. Mickey sets them on
top of the saint.
I've been going through a similar transformation. No I am not becoming any kind of Christian. No I am not seeking the answers to the mysteries of the after-life. What I am seeking is a higher degree of self preservation, which is why I came home and like Mickey, I plopped down some items on my counter in effort to change my life:
We've got everything organic - tofu in one of those embryo jars, quinoa, chick peas, Rice milk, tahini, peanut butter, hirse flour (have no idea what that is, but it might be a Danish word for something, buckwheat...
And here's what I had for lunch today:
Ok the idea is to be gluten free, milk free, but I'm still very much addicted to eggs. And there's smoked salmon under there too. It's 2 poached eggs on rice cakes, smoked salmon with a makeshift mustard vinaigrette, mixed greens and Tabasco sauce. Yumelicious.
It's like rearranging a home with that fresh, new feeling.