Each Sunday evening the family performs the "Bring out your trash" ritual. I ask the Mistress if all of the trash has been gathered and placed in, or near, the official receptacle in the kitchen. The womenfolk scurry about, harvesting the now full small bags from the various waste baskets which occupy the strategic corners of various rooms while I wait, patiently, at the official receptacle. Sometimes, but not always, I will make use of this period to prepare the sacred coffee-maker for the morning coffee ritual.
Once the trash has been gathered and put in the larger bags, tied up snugly, and transferred to the great receptacle in the garage where it waits until the morning to be placed at the curb for the first of two weekly offerings to the Giant Green Truck.
After this has been accomplished, and the sacred coffee-maker is made ready for its morning ritual, the family gathers around the Great Screen to begin the Observance.
The Observance is, of course, the weekly installment of "Dexter" on Showtime. This is when we marvel at the musings of the main character in this morality play, Dexter himself, as he decides who he should kill and how he should meld his normal family into his serial killer life.
We snicker at the potty-mouthed detective-sister, the lustful lieutenant in charge and her paramour sergeant, the disgusting and often shunned forensic investigator Masuka, the "dirty cop" Quinn, and so many more.
If you are not a Dexter Adherent, you will not understand the need to follow this story. You will think it mere entertainment and miss the subtlety of the various sub-plots and foibles of the main characters.
We, who understand and relish, forgive you.
A Night Unremembered
6 years ago