Wednesday, October 26, 2016

A sentimental post on a dreary October afternoon

Earlier this morning, a roar of thunder shook my office and I got to thinking of all the times it rained on Halloween when I was growing up. Many years, it kept us home. Back then, it was the end of the world but looking back as an adult, I have to give my mom credit for carting six kids into town in the station wagon to let them run slightly amok with the other trick-or-treaters.

The weather report says we're due for temps in the high seventies on Halloween and I hope its true. I love seeing the kiddos come up to the house, even though I usually turn candy duty over to the hubby. (he's truly a kid at heart)

Halloween is more special to me than any other holiday. Its a night where you welcome a total stranger to your door. To me it isn't always the scare or the costume or the candy. I know the origins of the holiday and what it evolved into in the US. For me, its neighbors being neighborly. Its sharing your bounty. Its a sense of trust and goodness. Its a childlike sense of wonder.

I know, I know. There are some bad elements out there that try to spoil the holiday. There's even talk of trick-or-treating becoming a thing of the past. Traditions evolve over time, but I truly hope trick-or-treating remains a staple of Halloween.

I'm going to do my part this year, as always, to keep the spirit alive. Our porch light will be on. Our pumpkins will be out. We'll give out the good candy. We'll dress up. We'll keep our light on later than the official hours if we still have candy. We'll give your kids something to remember on a dreary October afternoon when they're in their forties. 


Friday, October 7, 2016

The Pain of Saying No

Greetings! Recovery is still going pretty well and I'm "walking" without using crutches or that zippy kneeling scooter thing. I'm still not in a real shoe yet, but last night  I slept without wearing the walking shoe. It felt nice to let my foot breathe!!! On another foot-related note, I'm now a big fan of Epsom salts.

My toe still looks pretty ugly and maybe one of these days I'll post a picture for you non-squeamish people to see what I'm talking about.

Since it is October, you know I've had big ideas for decorating and going fun places and doing all the things, but I've had to really tone it down. The first heartbreak was saying no to Iron Invasion this year. I couldn't see myself tromping around a fairground in the rain with crutches or getting my walking shoe all mucked-up.

The second thing I had to say no to was working with a local reporter on a Halloween story. I just didn't have the time or energy to do what was needed for the story and that really made me sad because it would have been a lot of fun.

The next thing is we're missing a lovely trip up to Galena in lieu of having that yard sale we didn't get to have in September because it was right after my surgery. We could skip the sale, but we need to move everything out of the garage so we can get our 1962 Buick Invicta in for the winter soon.

I'm hoping that's the last thing my foot will screw up this month.