Ghosts of Halloween Past

Halloween was a big thing for me as a kid.

My best friend, Karen and I, would walk around the neighbor a Saturday morning before and we would plot our route. One year we actually wrote in a little book who gave out what, because people gave the same thing out every year.

One house gave out Charms lolly pops( for those of you who remember, it was the big one you’d pay a nickel for.My parents gave out Hershey bars-the plain ones. One house gave out apple taffies-this was before the time of razor blades in candy. another house gave out bags of popcorn..and so on.Back then you were actually held accountable, and needed to know a joke in the event a neighbor wanted to know your trick. Now, I shudder when I see bigger folks out with no costume, no effort, but a big pillowcase.

For the past ten years, we have been on a street that has a lot of Victorian type homes, and with our arbor vitae and cedars, our house has often been made reference to as the ” Adams Family House”. I always tried to make Halloween as good for the kids today as I had it. We used to have parties at our house outside, as we were a corner property with plenty of room for neighbors who didn’t have a lot of kids visit or were in apartments. We stopped it over the past two years, just being quiet and giving candy out for the kids. It’s kind of hard, too, because I used to try to make something special up for the kids I knew, but they are all growing up in their own way, and I just can’t figure out what I could give across the board, so candy it shall be.

It is kind of bittersweet for me, as I get old and with no children of my own. I have been thinking the last year or two of stopping giving out candy, but don’t have the heart to. As the kids I know get older, well, let’s just say I think the decision will be easier. In the meantime, I will enjoy the children as they come, with the assistance of my godson, Greg and Jim and Zush. Kasia will probably be barking in the house because she is scared of children. We’ll go through it again, one more time………

What a week…

This week has been awfully long for me.

It could be because I knew I would have no chance to sneak out to the Undisclosed location. The fact that my escape hatch was bolted shut, so to say, seemed to magnify the drama dancing around in my life.

But that was this week.

It’s Friday. I’m home tonite. It’s getting colder out so I have to bring the rest of the plants in. A little baking to make the house smell good is also on my agenda. Walking both the girls to keep us in shape. Turning clocks back equals an extra hour sleep Sunday. Most importantly, I’ve got my love to keep me warm.

Pretty lucky girl and I know it.

Have a good weekend.

At least it isn’t snow…

Whenever it gets to be a little rainy, I always am amused at the folks who come back at me with,” At least it isn’t snow.”

OK, sure, when you are out in the work force, you don’t want to have to get up early and have to shovel before you get to work. And for my best efforts, I never had sure traction in snowy,icy weather until I got ice shoes that enabled me to walk a little bit more confidently on an icy street.

Rain is no fun when you are working and you almost fall asleep on public transportation coming in because of the sound of rain on the roof. All you want to be is home under a blanket, wearing sweats, and taking a nap. Rain is good for the trees and such, but I think I enjoy the rain because it is part of nature’s transition. Helps get ready for either growth,or cleaning up for the next season. You can take a moment and salute the past seasons of your life, but now,the season is getting ready for Nature ,taking a nap and waking up all green and blooming in the spring. It’s one of the reasons I enjoy living in the mid-Atlantic states. Seasons are a great barometer of life.

I’m ready-bring it on.

Emotionally exhausted

If you ever talk to a caregiver and they tell you they are not emotionally exhausted, they are stretching the truth.

I have been taking care of my Mom with the help of my brother here in the city for what will be 4 years this coming January.It’s a long haul so far. Within the past month, two friends of mine( in their 50’s-60’s) have had their Moms pass away. Both had dementia, as my Mom does, but one had cancer as an underlying condition, and wasn’t bed-ridden as my Mom is, and the other had dementia for about 5 years but passed away at 98 years of age.

When these folks lost their Moms, I hugged them and gave them my deepest sympathy and then , about a half beat later, said you lucky S.O.B.They both exchanged the look with me and knew.Their lives can resume again.One friend has two dogs and a teaching job he loves, and my other pal is a Grandmom who has a gorgeous house and a lifestyle I secretly covet.

I often say my Mom died in January of 2008 and we are taking care of my Mother. I pray for her every day- I do.

There’s a line in the movie Rudy, between Robert Prosky as a Priest, talking to Sean Astin as the main character. The main character asks the priest has he done all he can do? He has lit candles, prayed, went to Mass, and the Priest answers by saying to him,. “God answers in God’s time.”

**sigh**

The whole wheeze and nothing but the wheeze…

I am tired of wheezing.

No, I am not an asthmatic, thank God, but between mold spores from two months of kick butt rain and post-nasal drip, I have been hacking and wheezing for the past month. I have been taking my generic mucinex, forcing fluids, all the good stuff. This past weekend I woke upon on Saturday and had no coughing for one WHOLE day!

Sunday morning? Dry tickle when I woke up, and within 3 hours, the hack was back. Dressing weather appropriate, trying to stay away from other hackers, you know, all that good stuff. Hell, I even got a flu shot…

Give me a good forty degree cold snap and let’s get the crap out of the air and all will be as close to good as it can be.**here’s hoping**

Since when is 11.2 ounces equal to 12?

Eleven and two tenths doesn’t equal twelve ounces.

My Jim realized, when ordering a Stella Artois beer Friday night, that the bottle was not 12 ounces. After buying a half case today, he brought the bottle out and had a bottle of Yuengling beer, which had a full 12 ounces.

Where has he been?

I remember a few years back when buying a can of Maxwell house: all of a sudden, the can was a few ounces short. The same through the years on orange juice, ketchup bottles, among other grocery items. Sure, items were going to be on sale, but whoo-hoo , they were shorting me a few ounces. So now Jim has caught up to the fact that things just aren’t what they used to be.

I stopped at a candy store today to buy some candy for a buddy of mine and I also bought some fudge. Sure, now here is a situation that you got a full pound, but in addition, your order might be ” a little over”. So, of course, what you are paying is slightly higher. .. but at least it’s the full pound.

Now the key is just to keep a full pound off my belly…lol

Laughing just a little…

Can’t help but laugh for as I sit here at my desk, George Harrison’s “Taxman” is playing on my iTunes. Coincidentally, that is the government agency I work for- it deals with taxes. The lyrics are rather clever, IMHO….

Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
‘Cause I’m the taxman
Yeah, I’m the taxman

Should five percent appear too small
Be thankful I don’t take it all
‘Cause I’m the taxman
Yeah, I’m the taxman

(If you drive a car )
I’ll tax the street
(If you try to sit )
I’ll tax your seat
(If you get too cold )
I’ll tax the heat
(If you take a walk)
I’ll tax your feet……

…actually knowing that the situation has been around since the beginning of time doesn’t make me feel any better, and knowing how disgruntled Harrison was with the UK tax system( yeah, he banked in Switzerland)..well, I just think he was clever as all get out. I mean there are protest songs, my husbands favorite being Phil Ochs from the 60’s and the Guthries, Woody and Arlo, and lots by Bob Dylan, but I am sorry, Harrison knocks it out of the box for me on this.

Have a good weekend.