Spooky Hallowe’en!

Jack-O'Lantern in the snow

I’m looking out the window at the six inches of snow still on the ground, and it’s hard to get into the Hallowe’en mood.  There are still green leaves on many trees around here, and we haven’t really had a proper autumn.  These climate change indicators suck.  We had a hurricane two months ago, along with a record-breaking flood.  We had a tornado two months before that, which decimated several areas in Massachusetts.  If you had said that we’d have a tornado and a hurricane, a record-breaking flood, as well as record-breaking early snowfall, I’d have packed my bags and moved to – where?  Is there any place relatively unaffected?  We’ve had tornadoes for the past several years now, not like they do in the flatter mid-west, of course, but it is extremely unusual weather for this area, and it’s frightening how common it’s becoming.  I’d rather go through a haunted house or see a scary movie – at least I know that has an ending.

I suppose climate change is the spook this year, and giving it candy and sending it on its way is not going to appease it.  Any smashed eggs or strewn toilet paper tricksters might dole out do not usually cause dire consequences, however annoying it may be to clean up, but getting the power back on after heavy snows brought wires down and cut off electric service to millions, is not so easily remedied.

Trick-or-Treat, indeed!

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P.S. For anyone who looked for the hidden object in yesterday’s post, I updated the post with a photo pointing to the object.  Cheers!

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Hidden

Zombified 2011

Ok, it might be considered cheating to post this for the ‘Hidden’ Photo Challenge, but as a nod to Hallowe’en, and my post theme this week, I think a mask is a perfect angle on being hidden, even if it’s only make-up I’m hiding behind.

Here’s another photo that more closely exemplifies this week’s photo challenge.  Do you see what’s hidden in this photo?:

Can you spot the hidden object?

Update:

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Hidden bottle cap

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Thrill The World

I took part in thrilltheworld this morning, a yearly event seeking to break the Guinness World Record for the most people dancing simultaneously to Thriller around the globeThere is a morning dance slot and an evening one, but with the forecast for snow, and various other Hallowe’en-related events, the morning slot was the best option for me and my friend.

I got up at 6:30 to drive to my friend’s house so we could ride together to Great Barrington, about another hour from her house.  Check-in ended at 9am, and the official dance time began at 10am.

It was freezing out!  The forecast was for snow later today, and I think it was about 30°F when I got to my friend’s house, and probably a bit warmer by the time we got to the school where the dance took place.  I didn’t realize we would be dancing outside!  I thought they’d hold it in the school’s gym.

There were a lot of teenagers and younger kids there, but also a good showing of older people too.

I had learned and practiced the dance yesterday, so I was a half-step or more behind the rest of the group, but that’s why I stayed in the back.  My favorite part was getting Zombified:

We all warmed up and ran-through the dance on the track, but the official dance took place on the field.  We started out by lying down on the cold, wet grass for about a twenty-second count, and then began our rise as zombies until the music cue that starts the dance steps.  It was so fantastic to see such a variety of people who all knew the moves, and were dressed either typically, or in costume with full Zombie make-up.

I had brought a white Zombie outfit that I put together last night, but it was way too cold to wear it, so I stayed in my street clothes.  I’m glad I wore my ‘Spooky’ graphic-T-shirt today, so at least I had something apropos on.

Despite the bone-chilling cold, we had a fantastic time.  On my drive home, it started to snow, and there’s about two or three inches of accumulation already.  I think the forecast was calling for eight to ten inches of snow, but I hope the weather report is wrong…  I can’t remember the last time it snowed this much in October.  It’s too bad because I really wanted to go to a Hallowe’en party tonight, but I guess it’s a movie and hot chocolate evening instead.

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Too Young To Trick-or-Treat On My Own

On Hallowe’en, when I was around five or six (maybe even the same year I split my head open), my older siblings were allowed to leave on their own to go trick-or-treating, but I had to stay home until I finished my supper, and wait for my mom to get my little brother in his costume.

I remember thinking how completely unfair it was that I had to wait for my baby brother, and be treated ‘like a baby’, when my next oldest sister was only two years older than me, and she got to go out with my other sister and brothers.  After enough complaints, my mother warned me that she could leave me home while she brought my brother around if I kept harassing her.  I don’t think I uttered a word after that until we finally went out into the chilly night.

We had split-pea soup that night, which was one of my favorite dishes my mom made, but there would be no seconds that night.  I wanted to get out there and trick-or-treat until my pillowcase was filled to the brim with candy!  I never stopped to think how heavy it would be to actually fill a pillowcase full of candy.  Back then, there were no ‘fun-sized’ candy bars, only full-sized bars, but people often gave things like small boxes of raisins, or popcorn balls, or apples.  My mom would usually throw out anything that wasn’t store-bought, so I had to beg her let me keep a candied-apple one year, and she finally acquiesced after I badgered her so much that she told me it would serve me right if I found a razor-blade in the apple.  I also think I lied and told her I knew who it was who gave me the apple, so she could have them arrested if I died.

All week before Hallowe’en I walked home from school singing the Five Little Pumpkins song, and felt a chill up my spine when I sang, “Oo, ooh went the wind, and out went the light…!”  I would pull off any leaves still clinging to their branches that I could reach on my way home, as though that would hasten the arrival of the much-anticipated day.

My older sisters and brothers always ended up with more candy than I, or my younger brother ever got, and I remember thinking that I couldn’t wait until I was old enough to get as much candy as them.

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Hallowe’en Decorating

I don’t think I put any effort into Hallowe’en last year; I wasn’t as motivated for whatever reason.  I didn’t remember how many cool decorations I have (mostly eerie candle holders), but even looking through my old costumes has been so much fun this year.  I forgot that I had picked up old clothes for a straw-man two years ago (or woman, or alien…), but it’s been raining off and on for the past week so I’m not going to gather leaves to stuff the outfit, or buy expensive straw.  I’m irritated when I see corn stalks selling for ridiculous prices because they’re ubiquitous around here.  I’ll go pick my own.  I was growing corn every year, and then using the stalks to decorate, but my landlord won’t let me have a garden, so the next place I move, I’ll make sure gardening is allowed.

Putting up my decorations brightened my mood and I feel happy every time I look at them.  I like Hallowe’en much more than Christmas, but I enjoy having a tree to decorate and singing carols as well.  I’ve always considered Hallowe’en to be the start of the holidays with Thanksgiving on its heels, and then right into Chanukah and Christmas.

I haven’t settled on my costume for this year, and I only have a couple of days left!  I prefer cobbling a costume together to buying a commercial one, but I’ve never been patient enough, or have the skill required to make one from a pattern, or design my own.  I suppose going to thrift stores and finding elements to make a costume out of is akin to making my own, but if I don’t settle on an idea, I’ll have to go with one of my old standbys.

I thought about dressing up as Medusa because I’ve never gone as her before, but I also like the idea of Cerberus.  I won a prize for the scariest costume when I went as a zombie prom queen two years ago, but I had longer to get that together than I do for something different this year.

Regardless of what I end up going out as, I’m just glad I’m having so much fun this year!

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A Stitch In Time

When I was about five or six, my family moved into a two-story house heated by steam radiation.  I used to try spinning on the twist knobs at the bottom of the cast iron radiators, and managed a three-quarter turn.  I stopped my efforts at a full turn when I fell and got a black eye after hitting the knob. 

My older sisters and brothers used to scare me and my little brother around Hallowe’en by taunting us before bedtime with a ghostly sounding chant of: “There’s a bad guy in the window!”, starting low and soft and reaching a high crescendo after the third or fourth refrain, and we’d run screaming up to our rooms.  A night or so before Hallowe’en that year, my brothers got the bright idea of cutting out a cardboard silhouette of a man, placing it in the upstairs window near my bedroom, and illuminating it with a flashlight behind the curtain.

While the 'bad guy' in the window didn't look like this, this drawing I found is creepy enough to represent what it looked like to me.

I got so scared when I saw it, especially because one of my sisters was chanting the ‘bad guy’ theme just before my brothers moved to reveal the cut-out, or somehow made sure I saw it.  I ran screaming with my hands over my eyes and my head down, directly into one of the cast iron radiators.  I cut the top of my head open so deep that my mother had to bring me to the hospital to get stitches.

I remember that when we got to the hospital and they were cleaning the wound, the nurse told me that the doctor was going to sew me up, but if I needed him to stop, just tell her it hurt, and they’d stop.  I was lying face down in a pillow, and yelled as loud as I could for them to stop because it hurt so much, but they didn’t listen.  My only consolation was that it took three nurses to hold me still enough for the doctor to finish sewing up the wound.  I was so mad at that nurse for tricking me.

Being lied to about pain when I was a child led me to always tell my son that shots, or stitches, etc., would indeed hurt, but that I believed he could handle it, and it would be over as quickly as possible.  Thankfully, there weren’t many times I needed to prepare him for pain.

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Shivering Wind, Blustery Day

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
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Fluffy white, cotton-ball clouds are moving lazily through the bright-blue sky misleading viewers to the tempestuous scene closer to the ground as furious gusts of wind threaten to blow open the door and windows as I sit here typing this.

The young maple tree across the street is ablaze with orange and red leaves, the sunlight making them shimmer and glow as the wind tears at the leaves clinging defiantly to their branches, while hundreds of their brethren are ripped into the sky, a rain of color and twisting shapes in a flora danse macabre.

Leaves piled in a building’s alcove swirl up and around in a whirlwind, settling back down in drifts, and swirled around again in the next updraft.  Some of the leaves resemble tiny kites performing acrobatics, flying higher and higher until the wind changes and the leaves zig-zag gracefully down, or plummet violently in a wind shear.

This blustery day reminds me of Piglet and Pooh Bear, and I am once again missing my son and the happy hours we spent reading Winnie The Pooh, and watching the videos.  I have seen the movies, and read the books with the other children I watch, but it’s not the same.  I realize that I want another baby, but only if the circumstances were right.  I also know that desiring another child is a passing fancy, borne of the exciting autumn winds, and upcoming Hallowe’en, my favorite holiday.

I’ll decorate my house for my inner kid, who still craves the not-too-scary thrill of ghost stories around a bonfire with friends, and shivers in delight when the wind rattles the windows during the night, and the bare tree branches against the twilight and night sky look menacing, as though they could reach out and grab unsuspecting passers-by.

Maybe I’ll buy a pumpkin or two to carve later.  I’ve already been eating some of the candy I bought for Trick-or-Treaters, so I have to steel my will against eating any more, and buy what I don’t like next time!

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Good Dog

My friend’s dog died two weeks ago.  He was one of my favorite dogs.  I met him a few years ago at a party I attended at my friend’s house.  I had a plate of food and sat down outside and there were at least twenty other party guests sitting around with a plate of food on their lap, but Cooper decided that he wanted to sit next to me.  He followed me all day long even though I never offered, or dropped, a bite of food.  I didn’t know it then, but we had just become friends.

Any time I went to my friends’ house after that, Cooper would follow me around and be so happy when I would pet him or pay attention to him.  He was a sweet bulldog and I’m so happy I got to know him.

I went to my friend’s house tonight after a fun night out on the town, and we were so full of our evening that I didn’t even absorb Cooper’s absence until I went into their living room, and it hit me so fully that he is gone.  I was misty-eyed as I remarked that it was so weird that Cooper wasn’t there, and my friend’s husband said: ‘here he is’, and pointed to the pretty box with his ashes.  I held the box for a while, even though I know Cooper’s soul isn’t in there, but I really felt that beautiful dog’s presence in the room with us.

There are very few times in one’s life that the feeling of unconditional love is encompassing, and tonight was one of those nights.  My friends said that Cooper’s spirit now lives on ‘Bulldog Island’.  When I was a child, and our dog had to be put down, my father told me that she went to live in the ‘happy hunting grounds’.

All I really know is that Cooper was a good dog, and he will be missed.

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Thinking Of My Father

It was my father’s birthday yesterday.  He died in 2003 and I miss him a lot sometimes.  He had some charming qualities like his sense of humor, and his charismatic personality.  His moods and actions could change in an eye blink, but when he was ‘on’ there was no better entertainment around.  He was highly intelligent and quick-witted, as well as tall and handsome.

I sense him around me sometimes when I work out at the gym.  If it’s truly his spirit I feel, and not just my active imagination, I guess he approves of me taking care of my body.

I miss hearing him say: ‘Oh, run down, tired, used up – doing just fine’ – or several variations – when I’d call and ask him how he was.  He could bark exactly like Dino from, The Flintstones, and could make up fantastic ditties, poems and limericks on the spot.  He told me that he had gotten drunk at a party one time in his twenties and began ‘speaking in tongues’.  There was a woman at the party who told him he had just spoken perfect Gaelic.  My father is Scots-Irish, but never knew any Gaelic.

It’s unfortunate that we never developed a better relationship, but I am forever grateful that he apologized to me for his violence and terror when I was a child, and for not being the parent he should have been.  Regardless of that being somewhat ‘too little, too late’, it is certainly better than not at all.

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Bread and Circuses

It’s astounding to me that people are more in tune with who’s in the lead on “Dancing With The Stars”, or “American Idol” than they understand what is happening in their country and world.  I’m grateful for news and commentary shows, such as The Rachel Maddow Show, Countdown with Keith Olbermann, Meet The Press, etc., that at least touches on what’s happening politically (national and global), and what the ramifications for our society might be, or are.

I think we are in the midst of world upheaval, politically, societally, and physically.  Maybe our society has always been in the midst of change, but this feels more intense than any other change I’ve witnessed, or read about, in my life.  Maybe the decline of Rome was more severe than what we are currently experiencing, I don’t know.

It seems that our societal factions are like colliding tectonic plates, both sides creating chaos, and deforming the political and social landscape until enough energy is expended to become stable again.

I know our American democratic republic is an experiment, and perhaps I’ll see its demise in my lifetime.  I know we’ve already had many of the rights enumerated in our constitution weakened or dismantled, like the fourth amendment, and even habeas corpus, by allowing warrant-less wiretaps, portions of the PATRIOT Act allowing invasions of personal privacy, holding prisoners without cause, and violating the Geneva conventions, in places like Abu Ghraib prison, Guantanamo Bay, and other illegal rendition sites.

Our government attacked a sovereign nation (Iraq) that did not harbor Al-Qaeda, or the Taliban, and was complying with sanctions on weapons of mass destruction (WMD’s), etc.  Saddam Hussein may have been a horrible leader, but it was the United States that helped him with the weaponry and finances he needed to commit atrocities against the Kurds, Shi’ites, and others.  Perhaps one of the unspoken justifications for attacking Iraq was to rid the world of a horrific leader we helped create, but we also wanted control over oil reserves, and/or to keep, or position, ourselves militarily to gain, or maintain, control by having another permanent military base in that part of the world.

Meanwhile, there are companies like Monsanto and Syngenta placing officials in government and finance to gain control over the food supply by not only creating and distributing terminator seeds worldwide, but also edging out family farms, and seed distributors through ‘agri-mafia’ tactics and helping create regulations so stringent that only multi-billion dollar operations can survive.  Guess who the only multi-billion agriculture game in town is?

I know that there are arguments for genetically modified organisms (GMOs), and some of the research has been altruistic in trying to increase the food supply by modifying plant DNA to resist pests and increase yield.  The problem is, it messed with the pollen distributors: insects.  It also hasn’t improved many of the plants themselves.  Lab research and limited crop experiments prove no more than probability.  There are far too many variables in the wild for any GMO experiments to have field validity.  I heard a geneticist say that when there are no negative factors, that doesn’t mean that they tested for negatives, but that there were no tests done.  Those kind of statistics are arrived at all the time by excluding factors that could cause negative results, or less positive results, than desired.

The Earth will heal from whatever genius or stupid humans do to it.  Humans are the variable in this equation that will not come out so well in the end.  We have a choice, but unless this blog entry lasts eons, no one reading this will be around to witness the final outcome.  What we do now, however, can absolutely affect future outcomes.  The Earth, and humanity, has to have some champions, and I am moved by the disadvantaged, and will help them prevail, not those with the upper-hand, who often gain their position through equivocation and other devious methods.  I think we’ll be around a lot longer as a species if humanity develops more honor, empathy, and compassion.  After all, love is a verb, or it is a vain, pointless word.

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The Precipice

It’s amazing how fast my inner reality can change from wonderful to dreadful.  I actually don’t understand the mechanism, or process, of my mind.  Regardless of the how or why, I worry that one day I will remove any barrier between me leaving, or sticking around on this pointlessly spinning rock.

I know that we bring any meaning to this world, or our lives, and that’s a problem when I can’t see anything worth enduring this life for.  I see people who cannot help but hurt others, and those who actually delight in it.  I live in a dishonorable society growing more hedonistic all the time.  All we need do to finish the treatment is to erect a huge bull in our nation’s capitol, and start worshiping Baʿal again.  The love of money has taken center stage in our society, and pushed those who seek equity to the fringes, as though they are contemptible, and not the other way around.  We’re once again a nation who honors the Shylocks and Scrooges among us, and our legislators make more laws to protect the few from the many, while undoing, or trying to undo, laws that serve the least among us.  Women are being treated as commodities more openly again as Machiavellian legislation is introduced that seeks to strip all rights to our own bodies, with several states either already legislating, or seeking to grant a fertilized egg ‘person-hood’, as well as making birth control a murder weapon!

I am a sovereign being!  I don’t believe in your God, or your ideas about what I can and can’t do with my body.  I can be raped, and if I live in Alabama, or Nebraska, or several other states, I’m forced to bear that child?!  Hey, pro-lifers: Don’t like abortion? – then don’t have one!  You are trying to play God with my decisions.  You want me to have free will as long as I use that will the way you, you limited, fallible, troglodytes, try to force me to!  Step off!

There are far more of us who truly seek personal freedom than there are those with massive egos who think they have the right to tell everyone else how to live.  Those are the people who rape, molest, and torture women and children, and who are so deeply perverted that they try to control others so stringently because they cannot control themselves.  Here’s a little tip: get a therapist, and leave the rest of us alone.

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Possible Hit And Run

One of my brothers was hit by a car last night.  He remembers hearing screeching tires and the next thing he knew he was looking at first responders.  I can’t remember if he said he was walking or riding his bike.

His collar-bone is broken, and he’s badly bruised, but alive.  I called the police and they said they could release the accident report to a family member in person, but that requires driving back down to Cape Cod, and I can’t do that now.  We don’t yet know if it was a hit and run, but there had to have been witnesses.  It happened on the main drag, but it was after dark.

My brother sounded cheerful when I talked to him, but he’s also drugged up, so it’s hard to know how he’s really doing.

I feel this intense guilt, like I am responsible for my brother because that’s how it was when we were kids.  There were six of us children, and the older two boys were pals, and my older two sisters were united against me much of the time, and my default family person was my younger brother.  I wanted to be with my sisters, not my stupid younger brother.

That’s probably where the guilt I feel came from.  He was the only family member who accepted me and wanted me around, but I didn’t want the same thing.  We did laugh a lot together as we got older and he wasn’t such an idiot anymore, but I’ve never felt as endeared to him as he seems to feel toward me.  I suppose I should feel closer to him because we are the nearest in age, and were the last kids in a violent, destructive family, but my brother also has A.D.D., maybe even Asperger’s Syndrome, and that has been difficult to deal with as well.

I suppose it’s telling that I believe I wasn’t present enough for my brother, or I somehow caused his deficits by not being a good sister, when where the hell were my parents?

I am so tired of trying to explain my weirdness to people so that they can understand me.  I feel like I am a category of human being unto myself, belonging to a small group of freaks in a dark circus, only I never joined up.  My membership is by default, and if I had joined, I’d either want to be the beautiful lady who rides the elephant, or one of the acrobats.

I get it that these are the ‘cards I was dealt’ – a fucking insipid metaphor if I ever heard one – and I am doing my best to learn how to cheat – believe me – because life always plays with a loaded deck.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Sunset

It was mid-afternoon by the time I arrived at my friend’s cottage in Eastham, MA, and I was happy to find out that my friend lives on the western shore of the Cape so the sunset can be seen from her deck, or from the steps going down to the water (where most of the pictures were shot from).

The day started out cold with torrential rain that stopped by the late morning, and the rest of the day turned out hot, and muggy.  The air was cooling off by sunset, but remained warm enough to enjoy being outdoors without requiring extra clothing.

I like the boat’s name: Live Slow.

I like how the glow in the bottom clouds looks like a UFO under the ball of the sun.

The cloud in this picture looks like it’s a vessel holding the sun.

It was cool to see how different the sky looked way above the horizon, and the fingernail moon up above.

This is one of my favorite pictures taken from the cottage deck.  I like the cloud that resembles a whale floating above the water.

The back of my friend’s cottage I stayed in.  I slept up in the low loft on the second floor.  It was cool because getting up there required climbing a rung ladder built into the wall and made me feel like a kid in my own little cubbyhole, and the view out on the water was lovely to look out on.

I hope to get back here again before too long – or maybe I’ll even acquire a place of my own somewhere near this particular piece of heaven.

Happy travels!

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Cape Cod!

I drove to Boston to take my son out for a post-birthday lunch, and gave him some other little presents, that he loved, and one of my sisters was able to be there too, and she brought him some fun gifts too, and we had a really nice day spending time together.  My son wasn’t feeling well, but he seemed to enjoy our company regardless.

After the visit with him I drove to stay with a friend at her cottage in Eastham, MA, at the Cape.  It was a gorgeous warm and muggy day after the torrential rains we’d had the night before and through the early morning.

My friend’s place is right next to the ocean and is a lovely retreat.  Another friend of hers is there for the weekend too, and we had a great night talking and laughing, eating pizza and having a beer while we watched a beautiful sunset from her deck.  There is another cottage in front of hers that partially blocks the ocean view, but you can see enough to enjoy.

Today started out rainy and chilly, so I headed out earlier than I might have if it had been sunny when I woke up. 

I’m going to spend some time with one of my brothers in Hyannis before I head back home.  I stopped at a gas station and asked the totally cute attendant if he knew of a place I could get coffee that also had wi-fi.  He directed me to, The Hot Chocolate Sparrow, where I am posting this from, an off-the-main-drag, quirky and hip coffee and chocolate shop that also serves sandwiches, pastries, and other food and beverages, as well as a few ‘gift shop’ type items, like greeting cards and some locally made goods.

When I first arrived it was quite busy but it’s slowed down significantly since I got here about forty-five minutes ago.  My egg and cheese sandwich was one of the best I’ve ever eaten – and I’ve been hungry before and had such food – so it wasn’t just my hunger that made it taste so good!  Their coffee is sensational, and I just might have to purchase some chocolate on the way out…

The sun came out, and I can see enough blue sky to make a dress (which my Grandmother always said meant it would be a nice day) from the shop’s A-frame windows since I’ve been sitting here, so I might also go down to the shore and search for shells when I leave.

This is how the day looked once I got outside:

I could be happy living here on Cape Cod; I just have to figure out how to afford it.

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I Spy October

Rabbit, rabbit!  October feels like an appropriate month to open with a folklore-ish incantation.  As I trudge my way into the dark months, October at least carries a supernatural mystique as the month ends with All Hallow’s Eve.

I enjoy the metaphor of the changing leaves; their often brilliant, sometimes muted, but always beautiful colors defiantly – or perhaps joyously – meeting their end.  I hope to meet my death fearlessly and spectacularly!  I’d rather not have anyone piling my body with others to jump in, though, or leaving me out on the lawn.  Let the metaphor end with the flamboyant dying thing…

My favorite thing about October is Halloween and the excitement leading up to it.  The two boys that I do occasional childcare for, and I, made construction paper Jack-o’-lantern’s the other day, and the older boy drew a skeleton that was quite good.  He could be an amazing artist if he enjoys it enough to pursue it.  The younger boy, always wanting to copy his brother, yet make it his own, drew a skeleton with a pumpkin head.  The older boy started to criticize it, but I nipped that little dig in the bud, and told them how each one was unique and fantastic.  I know that’s what older siblings often do to younger ones – I was a fifth child out of six – but I do not let slights go unchallenged.  The younger one has enough gumption when encouraged to stick up for himself, but I also see how the older brother’s chiding affects his younger brother’s esteem.  They know, with me at least, it’s fair play, and helpful words, or time out.

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