Rambling

Once it was Tuesday morning, and now it is Tuesday evening, the night before October 1. October Eve, you could say. I was wild about this time of year for the first half of my life, and spent hours getting ready for Halloween. First you stuff kid-size footed pajamas and then staple the body to the porch ceiling so the legs are hanging down. Then you get a pumpkin and after carving just a mouth, you stick a cow's tongue in that you got from the grocery. Some bratty kids stole the cow skull I had put on top of a men's suit stuffed to look like it was playing cards. Finally, since I was the one answering the door, I would dress up as The Bone Collector, a concoction of old clothes including a Jethro Tull concert t-shirt and a real pig's foot stuck in a pocket somewhere. I tell you, for great special effects, go to the meat department.

There was the year my son wanted to be Ghidrah( spell check doesn't work for Japanese monster names, so sorry), the three-headed dragon from the Godzilla years. No problem. I got this kid to hold still under a pile of plaster on his face, so I could mold a fitted mask to his contours. Papier-mache, felt and gold paint made the head, and since Ghidherah had three, my son's arms ended in dragon-head mitts made of gold satin. I was awed by my awesome costume skills, even though the sewing looked as if done by drunk monkeys. Bri glowed like a radioactive reptile, winning a compass from the scout troop for that one. Ghideracchi.

Perhaps someday I will haunt a cave somewhere, purely through natural selection and the dementia created by inhaling too much cat hair. Stop by on Beggar's Night and I will put dead forest mice collected by the cats in your bag. What could make a better story? The villagers will chase me with pitchforks to the top of the windmill where I will yell "Fire! Bad!!" at them and fling roasted chestnuts at their heads. The old ark will crumble in flames, and I shall fall through the beams into the watery pit and after the ruckus dies down, open a drive-through cafe on the site and hire ska bands for the weekends. No, I really don't know what ska is, it just sounds funny.

You get a decent sleep tonight, you certainly deserve a fresh day tomorrow. Sweet dreams.