Happy Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeen . . .

I’ll be going to a Horror Show tonight. Capital H. Capital S. Haunted House. Capital…you get it. Never been through one of these and it’s supposedly super terrifying. If it weren’t the one my daughter’s been working, helping the make-up artists (bonafide real live ones), I’d not bother. But I have to see it. Meanwhile, I await the ringing of the doorbell and the cutie pies in their festive garb and I smile so big like a fat faced pumpkin . . .

And it’ll be carved on my face like a great big slice of life theatre. I enjoy this for my kids and as a way to reclaim things not had in my youth. It sounds so trite to say it but it’s worth seeing their pleasure. Besides, the chocolate’s wonderful. Except now that I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed my mouth has changed. Totally. I cannot eat some chocolate without my teeth screaming at me. Isn’t that exciting? Next image…maybe more exciting…

I don’t know what we’d do without these annual regurgitations of ancient festive celebration. We’d not have pumpkin guts or leftover candy clogging up the table or memories of participating in life. Ah ha… I’m finding some inspiration…

We’d not have wart nosed witches or the slightest shuddering twitches of of of sore muscles after heave ho’ing the leaves along the curb and the last pile of dirt for the garden. We’d not even find . . .

the skeletal claims of a boy’s first “do it myself!” pumpkin (from a pattern, of course) to put the meat on the bones of his self-confidence. We’d not get that huge hug from a boy literally leaping into his mom’s arms (not many more years of that to come!). We’d not feel the ice thaw as the doorbell rings (doorbell, darling BABY in father’s arms…hmmm…he refused to tell me WHO was getting the candy…).

Ever have those days where it’s just not clicking? Just ho hum de dum let’s get on with some … life? Oiy and vey? It was that for me today but my doorbell keeps ringing and there are some cute faces eager to believe in life. Methinks I can help with that one in spite of the ebb and flow of life’s come and go go go too much some days…ok. End the sentence.

Hey…life is good even when it drags a bit…anybody else notice this?