Some things simply must be shared with all for all eternity. Signs and wonders, for example. And what better wonder than a religious image rising like glory from the scab of a golden raisin?
A few days ago while snacking on dried fruit (cranberries, blueberries, raisins), I came across a such a sign. There, on the crusty side of a glistening golden raisin was a flattish, roundish, roughish, scabby image of what can only be described as a “largish monk with a clock on his tummy.”
I wanted to save it. (I mean, how auspicious is this? An actual clock? I kept waiting for the rapture!) But, things being as they are, instead of the respect a bit of fruit displaying such a warning should engender, it got swept up (by someone more efficient and less romantic than I) and plunked into the waste bin.
< plunk > (Actually, as this was a small golden raisin, it probably sounded more like < plerk >.)
Anyway, regardless as to how it actually got into the waste bin (again, not my fault), it did get into it and that’s that.
Except…I really felt that I needed to make some kind of commemorative effort. Signs and wonders are not the kind of thing you should keep to yourself, not the real ones and not the humor of some silly ones, either.
Behold then, my rendering. It is a still-frame ‘Raisin Reenactment.’
It’s Golden. It’s Glorious. And you can see the image here (I know, I had to draw it in…like I said, someone chucked the real one), of a large monk with a clock on his tummy. The clearest thing about the mark itself was the clock (a perfect tiny circle) and the hands (perfectly straight lines) indicating the time: ten to twelve. I’m thinking, then, that this must definitely be the time of the rapture. :) Unfortunately, I don’t know if it is am or pm. Sorry.
[Update: My son theorizes that perhaps one of the cats ate the raisin. Of particular suspicion is Figaro, who is famous for snarfing down food that does not belong to him.
So one day, we may find a raisin remnant. If we do, and it was Figaro who ate the wondrous fruit, then certainly the golden remains will exhibit some clue—a cat hair or a tooth mark—some kind of mark of the beast. ]
(Gosh, this is too much fun!)