Back to the cliche

The day started out like a typical Saturday for me. Brenda went to work and I laid in bed wondering what I wanted to do for the day. As a habit I never really seem to plan my days off. Maybe its because I think that organized fun is an oxymoron. My belief is that weekends should be a contrast to the structured weekdays. So here I was with the entire morning and most of the afternoon to myself and I wasn't sure what I wanted to do.

I know it might sound strange, but I am content to just lounge around on Saturday. Not every weekend has to be packed with fun activities. I also find that my hermit like behavior saves me money, because its hard to spend money when you don't leave the house. Now if I were addicted to the home shopping network, then I might be in trouble.

After I showered and ate some cereal, I decided to venture out in search of a tray for my bonsai. All that I wanted was a shallow rectangular tray to set my potted tree in for display. Three stores later and I didn't find anything that was what I wanted.

The first garden store that I went to was the one that I worked at years ago. It was my first and last encounter with the less than rewarding world of retail. All that I took away from that experience was an interest in plants and some memories of flirting with the women who worked there. Upon entering the store, I did remember one other thing. The smell was exactly the same as it was when I worked there years ago.

Later in the afternon, I saw a commercial on television that caught my attention. It was for Hanes Her Way, but I didn't realize that at first. At the beginning of the commercial we see an attractive woman on a trampoline. She is dressed in her underwear and an open buttondown white shirt. The camera follows her as she bounces up into the air with the song Dancing in the Moonlight playing in the background. The action is slowed down to see how she moves through the air with alternating closeups of her bra and panties.

I kept wondering to myself, where is this going? I doubt that I would ever find Brenda on a trampoline in her underwear. Now that I think about this some more, all of this sounds more like a scene from a porn film than a commercial.

Then the music stops and we see the woman's daughter. From the looks on their faces its as though she has been caught in an illicit act by her own child. Then in the next scene we see both the mother and the daughter on the trampoline. Is this some new trend that I should be on the lookout for in suburban America? Will mothers and daughters everywhere soon be bouncing on trampolines in their backyards at night?

I guess this follows the same logic as the mother and daughter bonding over the topic of whether or not to douche. Both of these exist in the reality of the television commericial and nowhere else. One more thing that I should mention is that I have yet to meet a woman who does not instantly feel compelled to tell me about the harmful effects of using a douche.

I guess that I should give the creators of the ad some credit. They made me remember not only the commercial, but the product that they were trying to sell as well. Although I usually do take notice when I see a woman in her underwear so it was an easy sell.

So am I to understand that wearing their brand of underwear is fun and makes you do crazy things? This woman has a few things to say about wearing a corset.

Now for a brief overdue explanation.

Yes, I decided to go back to the original name for this journal without ever explaining why I changed it in the first place. At first Protean Motion was meant to be more clever than the somewhat boring title of Going Through the Motions. My life was no longer going to be a cliche. I was growing and changing just like Proteus, but it all started to seem too arch to me. My life is not an episode of Sprockets. I am not a god and I have no intention of predicting the future either. Besides I like to believe that the name Going Through the Motions is easily understood and familiar just like I am some of time.

I have also come to the conclusion that the thirteenth, fourteenth and fifteenth entries for this month are a lost cause. They are long forgotten.