Wednesday Already

It's Wednesday already.

How in sam heck did that happen?

Sorry I haven't been around these parts this week. I guess I just haven't had a coherent thought to speak of.

Actually, I don't really have one right now either.

And I guess, if we're being honest, when I sit down to write, I usually don't.

That's sort of part of the fun.

We had a good weekend. Not exactly restful, but I was productive in a very casual way, which felt good. Does that make any sense? Somehow cleaning is a lot more enjoyable when you feel like doing it, not when you have to do it.

Monday was Halloween. Did you know that? I'm guessing you did. The costumes this year were easy...

Easy and cute. Good things.

Did we have a good time?

Oh yes, we did.

Did we suffer the sugar crash the following morning?

Oh yes, we did.

I really kind of have an aversion to Halloween. I don't enjoy anything horrific, and I really, really hate the way those masks and costumes smell. I blame it on my sister, who peeked around the corner at me with a Frankenstein mask on when I was staying at her house as a little girl. There I was, sitting on my knees, probably too close to the t.v., watching the Smurfs, when out of the corner of my eye I saw someone looking at me. And it was Frankenstein, with a gash of blood running down his forehead. If there is anyway to give a six-year-old a heart attack, I think that might be it.

I did, however, enjoy Halloween a few years back when Mr. Blue Eyes and I were still working at the resort. The manager was big into Halloween, and we decided to set up a haunted barn down at the horse stables. I dressed up as a cobweb and I was the one who got to tour all the people through the barn. I would crouch on top of the fence while they were shuttled over from the restaurant, and when they'd pull up, all the little kids would start pointing at me and squealing. 

It was strangely enjoyable.

And cathartic.

To this day I can't tell you why, but it was a huge release. I felt completely at ease for weeks following that night.

Changing the subject, Burley's paw is better! It wasn't without a little prayer, particularly on Miss Peaches' part. One afternoon she said, "Mom, I want to pray for Burley's paw."

I said, "Okay. Go ahead."

She then folded her hands, bowed her hands, and prayed, "Dear God, thank You for loving us and all the wonderful things. Please heal Burley's paw. We love You. Amen."

I thought my heart just might explode.

But it was in a much better, feel-good kind of way than when the whole Frankenstein incident occurred.

By the way, do you think Burles is starting to look older?

Never mind.

Don't answer that.

Today has been a plain jane kind of day, with nowhere to go this evening, and I like it. I like it a lah-ot. Lately it feels like we're sort of on the merry-go-round of life... Work all day, run here and there in the evening. I don't like that. I'm all about protecting the family time here at home; the simple, hang out, play, snuggle and talk time that is so precious.

How I went from talking about Halloween experiences to talking about protecting precious family time is a mystery to me.

But that's kind of the fun of this whole 'lack of coherent thought when I start writing' thing... As Forrest would say, "You never know what yer gonna git."

Comments

[Flying Jae's Mom]

I love your thought process! Have I ever told you that? You have a way with words...no wonder you are so good at Scrabble! ;) I think we need to get together an play us good ol' Scrabble game before we leave...if we can find the time, and dates that match up with our crazy lives. The sun and moon have to align just right don't they? Ha! ;)

[Farmer Gal]

For. Sure. Thank God for email, or I don't think we'd be able to be friends! Yes, Scrabble. Lets!

[beth]

Glad you had a quieter weekend! I need one of those soon, too! :-)