Worth Keeping

Profound thoughts come from strange places, so do useless ones. Sometimes it's hard to tell the quality of the thinking until a thought is thought about. So when a teenager, not my own, declared that Wednesday was the most useless day of the week, I decided to think on it.  I tried to look up Wednesday's mythological origin and that was boring. Then I researched if I or Big Guy happened to be born on a Wednesday--nope. And I already knew Wednesday didn't first welcome Daisy or Birdie. Situated equidistance from weekends, Wednesday is entrenched in work. Some banks close early on Wednesday. Its silent "d" adds treachery to spelling tests. And there is its fortune told-- "Wednesday's child is full of woe." I find a lot of reasons not to like Wednesday. But then I remember what the day is good for--Wednesday Addams. The psychotic-edged sixish year-old with her spooky black attire, slithering black braids and love of spiders added an extra layer of odd to the already odd Addams Family. I'd like to run into a stuck-in-time Wednesday Addams at Wal-Mart, the Donut Palace or Creve Coeur Park. I picture her hanging with her new BFF, the Brady Bunch's youngest, pigg-tailed blonde Cindy; they're both dressed in goth with piercings and tatoos. Imagine the chaos that friendship would unleash on the Brady Bunch. It makes Wednesday, the day, worth keeping.