black cat
My big black Halloween cat. I just finished watching Black Cat, White Cat. Well, I lost interest after fifteen minutes. Subtitles. Yuck. Are people insane to like this foreign comedy? I watched bits and pieces as I baked a pumpkin pie and talked to my sister on the telephone. I found it revolting to say the least. Revolting.No pics of the foliage today. Too busy and it was cloudy the times I was out and about. Maybe tomorrow. I don't know. My daughter was laughing at me the other evening. I was sitting in my t.v. chair, and I had the dog to the left of my feet, one cat to the right. One cat in my lap and the other cat stretched out behind me on the head rest of the chair. I hadn't noticed. I told her, "Well, WHO feeds them?" It does make it hard to get up though. I have to send fur flying everywhere.The picture posted above was as "outside" as my cat got this summer. All my pets are "fixed" and that doesn't sit well with the wild strays out in the real world. It also worries me that some strange creeps look for black cats around this time of year. Not my baby, they'll have to get through me first.Daisy Loo is still out there, looking a bit weathered. Maybe I will get her a friend at the store this week-end. I saw one of the orange/red lit trees on a neighbor's porch the other day. It was pretty, but too pricey for me. I did get some purple lights and I have a purple spider web to put up, yet. I did get my Casper jack-o-lantern and my blinking eyeballs. Nothing big, this year. Just not in the mood. Still battling a funky depression of sorts. Some people go all out for the decorating. Strobe lights and all. I don't think I need to tell you what I think of strobe lights. For me they are a big, fast slide right into migraine-city.
A co-worker told me he was going to get the chainsaw out again this year. He runs it without the blade in. He said he would only scare his son's friends and the older kids after I told him I thought he was sick. I said it half-joking because I know he doesn't mean any harm. But, when my daughter was five years old, we came upon a house who had somebody doing that and the kids were all too scared to go onto the porch to get the candy. I guess when you think about it, he isn't any worse than some of the others. What really freaks the little kids out (and us Mom's too) were the ones who sat stone still with the bowl of candy on their lap and when you went to reach for the goodies, they would move. Awww, I miss those days.
I don't have any good trick-or-treat stories that I can think of. I do remember driving to a party dressed up as the grim reaper. I did get a few looks, but people really should be expecting that sort of thing when it gets close to the day. That chain-saw co-worker told me once he got a package of saltine crackers in his sack. We laughed. It reminded me of Charlie Brown's "I got a rock." I did catch about five minutes of that show yesterday evening, too. "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown." One of the classics.
Well, it's time to go and enjoy a piece of pumpkin pie with cool whip. Tis the season!