Well, I should like to start by saying I began this post four days ago on one of the best days of the year - October 1st! But finishing it was not to be, for I have created many a thing for myself to be busy with.
Anyway, It's October! It's OCTOBER!
Old, dark houses
I hope you're having as wonderful a few first days of October as I am. I have decorative tasks strewn about my calendar throughout this, the best month, when my house blackens and twinkles with an orange glow after dark. The weather has been nice enough to leave my balcony doors open and I am one with my glorious existence on this bizarre planet.
So, I have been obsessively cutting silhouettes (a very cheap and easy-crafty way to add dark creepiness for a ghastly and most macabre abode) for days and have come into one very disturbing road block: I can't get anything to stick to the painted cinder block walls of my house that I'm not allowed to nail anything into! Things can't always go my way...
IT'S FINE THOUGH. I am a master Halloweener. I'll work it out. REALLY, HOUSE, IT'S FINE THAT YOU'RE COMPLETELY DECORATIVELY DYSFUNCTIONAL AND IMPEDE MY SEASONAL JOY WITH RELUCTANCE TO BE FESTIVE.
There is a lot within this Halloweeny outlet for me and I don't see myself feeling crappy for no reason for the rest of the month. It completely halts my blogging, though, and that is just fine because I only get one October per year, which means mayyyybe 50 more if I'm lucky and that is not a large number in many respects - like cents, weight, leaves, grades, number of times Hocus Pocus has been viewed start to finish, and many more examples.
I can leave this post unfinished because it is extremely unlikely anyone will read it without me asking. SO, with that, I shall take Rufus for a walk along the golf course, appreciate this insanely gorgeous weather - the Vogue cover model of weather - and think on how I can make this post worth reading for anyone who is not me.
OK, I while I was walking, I realized things are going relatively well right now, especially given how terribly they went for a good while in recent years. Recent years were like the final season of News Radio where you just knew it would never be the same and, even though the jokes were good, they just didn't have the same effect. This gives me subliminal sadness because I DID get past those years and I desperately want to prevent another rough patch.
BACK TO BROWSE.