I love haunted house. I don't mean the kind that pop up all over this time of year and charge people to enter and be threatened by fake monsters, fake chain-saw wielders, and fake blood and gore. I don't like like those at all. The last time I entered one of those places (several decades ago), I came out in need of a stiff drink with my hair standing on end and several screaming teenagers clinging to me like baby possums riding their mama's back. I don't like to be startled--and I certainly don't like to have to drag along a bunch of terrified teenagers.
No, I like old empty houses that have their histories written on their facades--the ones you see and think, "Oh if only the crumbling wallpaper could talk." I like to imagine the generations of people who lived in those houses, whose essences likely still float there. I love real haunted houses, houses haunted not by Freddy Kruger and Michael What's-His-Name, but by their own histories.
Although I'm still flaring, I have done pretty well with the push to stay active this weekend. Yesterday, Ramey and I went to church then had lunch at Irondale Cafe (the original Fried Green Tomatoes eatery). In the afternoon, I watched some "Rocky Horror Picture Show" marathon and quilted on my "Trick or Tree" quiltlet.
I've sworn off the news channels on tv, at least until after this ridiculous circus they're calling an election. I might go back to being informed, depending on whether or not that Trump Thing goes away after next Tuesday. If it's still with us, I'll be off the news channels for the next four years. That thing is scarier than any haunted house or chain saw killer I can imagine.
Jesse started his new job today. The doctor told him his ankle, though greatly mended, is still not 100%. So of course I worry that he'll hurt it again.
And now, on this wonderful Halloween Day, I think I'll climb the stairs and have some fun in the sewing room.
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On 11/02/2016, Dondi Murdock said ...
I am glad your flare seems to be retreating into history. I also agree with avoiding news about this messed up election. Yesterday I had a most uncomfortable listening experience with a grown up son lecturing me about my vote in this election. He hasn't learned yet to disagree agreeably. It's a beautiful season with so many blessings. I wish to count my blessings. I honestly think no matter who is elected, America will survive! I don't want to wish the next 7 days to disappear so I am into avoidance as you are! Hears to happiness and joy!
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